The Black Necromancer - Chapter 57 Making An Impression

WARNING: Mature Content; BDSM

“You are not afraid someone else might see you holding that?” he chuckled, amused that she even tried to lie. He can see through her excuses.

She dropped the book on a nearby table and started walking towards the door. “Fine, I won’t take it then,” she was all red as she conceded.

“I’m not saying you can’t learn,” he followed her. “You just need the right companion for it,” he said seriously.

She blushed, not able to tell if he is just teasing her or if he is serious about it. She made the mistake of looking back.

She was shocked at how close they are, she took a step back and find herself trapped behind the door and this giant of a knight.

“Then, I should ask around for someone to teach me in that department,” she said, trying to keep a straight face.

His eyes darkened, his bright gold eyes turning into dangerous murky gold. He placed his palm against the door, completely trapping her as he grinned.

“Do you wish to try that then, with someone, my queen?” if only she wasn’t clueless, she should have seen he wasn’t kidding.

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“Of course, I told you I am naturally curious. As a matter of fact, I’ll try that with someone as soon as we returned,” she continued with her lies and was interrupted only when he lunged forward and claimed her lips.

His hands were on her cheeks as he kissed her most passionately. Opening her lips to his tongue as he slides his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her and making her moan.

She felt scandalized by the sound she made so she tried to push him away. But he didn’t let her go, he grind his hips against hers rubbing his clothed cock with her still clothed but wet entrance.

Her skirt was lifted high as he made a thrusting motion, his hips gyrating with hers as their lower bodies rubbed together. The friction of the clothes they were still wearing brought her back as she said, “Don’t.”

He stopped when he heard her, then fixed her skirt and her hair, sniffing on her neck as he whispered, “If you really want to learn, I’ll be your partner, my queen. You need to learn from the best.”

She blushed and hurriedly opened the door running out of the castle and into the carriage. A smile formed on his lips as he looked at her panicked form climbing aboard her seat.

*Ding* [Creature-link successful! You have created a new creature!]

Lyrian Theageld's life was nothing short of a nightmare. He had been a slave and a victim of

constant abuse before he finally died. But instead of finding peace, he was reincarnated into a fantasy world where he was given a second chance to discover his identity and find his place in the world.

Determined to never be a victim again, Lyrian became obsessed with gaining power. He knew that the only way to achieve his goal of never being at the mercy of others was to become powerful enough to rule the world. With his unique ability to create new things from the old, Lyrian was able to merge skills, beings, and magic elements to create something entirely new, which helped him grow in power.

Lyrian's past experiences made him determined to never be a victim again, and his search for identity and power are inextricably linked. Thus, he embarks on a grand journey of power, and a sense of self where he gains companions with goals no less impressive than his, battles powerful foes that are worthy of being called monsters and eventually even takes over vast empires.

Will his resolve throughout this legendary adventure allow him to find what he’s been searching for all along, standing atop the countless heads of his enemies, or will he forever be lost in his pursuit of power? Only time will tell.

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Lyrian will not be your typical mc, so do not expect for him to be a cold and selfish lone wolf, nor a righteous hero. Throughout the story he will be trying to find himself, and so do not judge him harshly for any of his actions either, as he could change in a heart beat (;

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Also, the first two chapters (can be considered prologue) when the mc hasn't died yet are quite dark, but the story takes quite a turn when he is reincarnated. Not into something that's bright and jolly by any means, just something that you could call a normal amount of darkness and lightness, that's of course ever changing as well.

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There will be no harem whatsoever in this novel, and when it comes to romance, it will be scarce, if not completely invisible until 500+ chapters.

PS: There will be a point in time where the mc personality will completly change in a certain way. It is recommended by the author to read until that moment.

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“You have been chosen for a great purpose! Task! Mission! Destiny!”

He shouted dramatically as countless worlds heard his every word, from the lowest peasants to the mighty entities in the lofty palaces in the Higher Dimension.

“All of you accept your destiny as a sacrifice to Daemon Sultan, Blind Idiot God, Primordial Demiurge, Azathoth!”

And then Apocalypse descended.

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Follow the journey of self-named Samiel Zentaur, a half-mad worshipper of the Outer Gods, on the Path of Transcendence and in his path to find himself.

Yan Xi was the eldest young lady of Beiqiao City’s top four families, the Yan family. Despite her talents, she was sickly and destined to die young. She was an unattainable dream girl for many.

One day, she had a dream, and the setting was in a novel. In the novel, for the sake of alleviating his pain of losing his wife, and soon his daughter as well, her father adopted a girl named Chen Xiangxiang who looked just like her. The girl was docile as a deer and very therapeutic, which made her all the more lovable. This girl became her substitute, and after a series of heart-wrenching incidents, everyone, from her father, brother, fiance, to her friends, they all doted on this girl. Meanwhile, she, the real rich daughter, was schemed against. After being disfigured, she jumped from a building and fell to her death.

Now, she returned to the moment when she was just discharged and before the tragedies happened. She lowered her head and looked at the person before her. She smirked. This time, she would control every development, and those who intended to harm her could forget about escaping.