When High Paladin Sorin discovers the brutally dismembered body of his cousin Alfrey, a much loved priest in the royal palace, he is left baffled as to who would do so terrible a thing to so good a man. But to find the answer to that question, he must cooperate with one of the highly despised necromancers, men who practice black magic, sleep in graveyards and feed upon souls … 

The necromancer Koray, however, is far from what he expected. He is beautiful, stubborn, and possessed of a tongue sharp enough to cut down even the High Paladin himself. Koray is also possessed of a strength like nothing Sorin has ever encountered, and the power of the Goddess herself. 

Sex scenes/explicit content, 18+, violence, gore

Gay, mxm, Bisexual,  Aloof, Independent, Powerful, mage, warrior, cleric, multicharacter, medieval, another world

Black Magic is created by Megan Derr, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Black Magic

Neikirk carried his fresh cup of tea into Cerant's bedroom and resumed his seat, reaching out for the hundredth time to trace the lines of Cerant's pale, bruised face. 


Thank goodness the lightning incantation had worked. His body still ached from the effort of controlling it, and using it had been a greater risk than he was comfortable admitting even to himself, but it had worked. 


His elation over the victory, the result of years of work, simply was not there, however. Anything he might have felt was drowned out by the terror of seeing Cerant thrown about like a rag doll, the smack and crunch as he had slammed into that stone wall. But the lightning incantation had worked, and Neikirk had gotten to Cerant in time to save him. 


Forcing himself to sit back, Neikirk sipped his tea and tried to stop worrying. Cerant was alive and healing well. There had been no more demons that day and hopefully there would not be more any time soon. He could relax slightly. 


Chapter 33: Property