Absolute Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I said quietly. Ivy didn’t look at me. “Because you weren’t meant to.” She stepped inside first. The deeper we went, the more unnatural it felt. The walls weren’t lined with wires or technology—they pulsed. Softly. Like veins. Like skin. HALCYON had created miracles. But this? This was necromancy. We passed rooms with locked glass: surgical chairs, vats of fluid, skeletal remains suspended in green light. One room held only a black dress folded neatly on a table with the tag: Nyx. V1.

I’m so sorry guys, while updating this chapter, I didn't know it was cut in half and the system is taking way too long to approve my edit so I’ll drop the full chapter here. Thank you💗 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Azrael's POV: The beast was getting stronger. This is not good. Thankfully, no one saw that. They couldn't have, as we've barely left the gated driveway. There was no explanation for what had just happened without raising suspicions.

When dawn came, it wasn’t light that split the horizon. It was a line of text: “The Queen stood alone. But not for long.” Liora looked up and saw her enemies, Not soldiers, Not gods. Thousands of them. Blank-faced beings formed from parchment, crawling over the cliffs, silent and hungry, Each bore a sigil carved into its chest: Chapter 0. The first reached the Citadel’s walls, Touched stone And it vanished, No flame, No crumble, Just gone, as if it had never existed, Sera tried to summon a ward, It sparked then fizzled.

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

I whispered into the dark spaces of my own mind, letting my consciousness twist the invisible chains binding her soul. “The whispers of the Ring of the Pyromancer started as a tiny ripple at The Forgetfulness Flower shop, but now the entire realm is alerted. The rumors have spread through the vast reaches of the dark dimensions, and every power-hungry creature is marching toward Beçin Castle with their own dark agendas. And here we are, right in the center of events.” Deep within the shadows of my soul, the fractured essence of the dark witch doctor thrashed against her obsidian binds. She did not weep for the mortals, nor did she care about the impending bloodshed.

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

I don't know why he doesn't attack, if in the past he protected me. "Don't wish for the necromancer to help you. Necromancers can never attack me for they are under the darkness which is my blood and my power. You'll meet your death, mortal girl," Margarett said with a smile and her tongue My eyes widened when his tongue suddenly turned into a snake ready to peck at me. My nervousness was uncontrollable and I just closed my eyes when the snake bit me on the neck.

Everything inside me goes cold all over again, the flicker of hope that had been there extinguished. I stare at him, dully, knowing it is not Lucas. But it is Lucas. Lucas’s memories, Lucas’s voice, his face, his hands. He begins to walk away from me, as if disgusted, and despite the shock to my system, my eyes catch some thing from the corner of them. The necromancer is standing on the balcony, holding a black spear which is both thick and heavy. His eyes are gleaming as he looks at Lucas’s back. And then he throws it with a speed that is terrifying.