All Chapters of Do not awaken the Undead king: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Angelina rose to the challenge brilliantly, although Reive saw her face turn pale and her breath become more hurried. The invocation wasn’t so easy.However, one could say for sure that this girl had the makings of a really good necromancer despite her weak anarel. The Undead King had always said the main thing in magic was persistence.Today, Angelina didn’t disappoint him.He took the girl by the arm and squeezed it approvingly. The little one started and flushed like a lobster. Again.Almost immediately after the ‘performance’, Gerhard politely asked Reive to send the horse back ‘where he’d come from’, otherwise the dinner might be spoiled.The Undead King shrugged his shoulders, not getting how the shellmougr could spoil the meal. However, he didn’t argue.A table decorated in rose and gold was already set in the next room. At the head of the table were elevated two real thrones, and the ro

Angelina dived into her plate, senselessly poking food with her fork and knife. A second later out of awkwardness, she cut her finger with the knife blade. She winced quietly but stifled the desire to stick her finger into her mouth at the last moment. The necromancer saw her hand flinch. She’d already put it in the air, and then, she put it down on the tablecloth again.She was afraid of becoming a figure of fun again.Afraid to break this damn etiquette...Reive was slowly working into a fury. Everything had been much simpler in his time. He used to invite necromancers to his castle. Among them, there were no conventions about the number of forks on the table and appropriate behavior.However, that had irritated his former wife very much.A drop of blood was dripping down Angelina’s skin. Reive took a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out over the whole table, not bothering about decency at all.The girl looked at him wi

Gerhard Iris raised his bushy eyebrows and smirked, “Dances on a full stomach? I’d say that’s not the usual thing here. But why not? It’s not a bad idea at all, really!” He clapped his hands, and the servants began rushing around behind his back. In a few minutes, a couple of musicians with violins appeared in the hall. A pianist showed up behind a huge piano laden with flowers in the corner.A cheerful chiming tune began to play which the necromancer had never heard before. The guests at table began exchanging glances in embarrassment. It appeared no one dared to be the first to dance. “So? Are you ready?” smiling, Reive invited the girl, already raising her from the chair.“But I can’t!” she whispered, flushing. Then, she came close to his ear and added, burning Reive with her breath: “It’s the same as with riding. No one taught me!”“Well, you’l

Yeah, he liked how it looked. He liked being as before, the very same Reive, who had easily controlled hundreds of the dead. The very same Reive whom ghosts feared, and to whose music they were coming to dance.    Firel, his home, became his own for a few long intoxicating minutes. It began to breathe. It was resurrected as it felt the dance of death. Reflections of old tapestries flittered on the walls and the dark polish shone on the lacquered wooden floor. The shameful miniatures on the walls and the pictures on the ceiling disappeared.Alas, it was only a memory, spirits of the past enclosed within the castle stones together with the death of several dozen builders. Their souls became the ghosts of the castle.   Reive had no mercy on his subjects. He had thought he was doing the right thing.The music was still playing, and Reive was sitting on his former throne surrounded now with the familiar Dark. He had only to snap his

To say I was put into a flutter didn’t describe it. All kinds of thoughts were whirling round my head, threatening to tear me to pieces.  Reive was the Undead King! Let him even try to say it wasn’t so!Every graduate of the Josh the White City Academy of Magic with a modicum of reason knew that it was impossible to play the Nocturne of Death without knowing the exact order of the Ashgenrian characters. One had to weave special magic into each note. This magic was known only to the creator of that very same nocturne. There came the man who could play the melody. He called a mob of ghosts into the royal castle and made them dance! Then, he said he was only improvising and made it all up! Where did he come from? From right under the ground!What nonsense! Reive never made a secret of his name. From the very beginning, he’d been doing things that were beyond the ability of a regular necromancer! I didn’t know why I couldn’t