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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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201 Chs

Will of the Mother Tree

Morne was getting very tired of being put in chains.

The ones around his wrists and ankles were made of solid iron, each chain link thicker than three of his fingers put together. They clanked and rattled with every step, providing an annoying tempo to their march that grated on the nerves.

He didn't know why, but after Gram's laughing fit, the elves had decided to take him, Essenla, and Gram as prisoners, throwing them in irons, taking their weapons, and dragging them through the forest to who-knows-where.

They had been walking for hours now, and although she kept her mouth shut, Essenla looked like she was screaming obscenities in her mind, her demeanor was that furious. She kept her smoldering gaze straight ahead, refusing to look at the elves even when they gave her orders like "speed up" or "go that way."