Absolute Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The air becomes heavy, charged with a pre-storm intensity. The moonstone on Aichonne's finger, which had been glowing with a soft, protective luminescence, suddenly turns. It flares. A jagged, corrupted black light erupts from the stone, a pitch-dark energy that tastes like ash, rot, and the deepest, most ancient betrayals. It isn't just a signal; it’s a parasite. It reaches out, tendrils of shadow lashing against the wind. The royal sky-mount beneath us screams, a sound of raw, unadulterated agony as its wings stiffen, paralyzed by the sudden, violent surge of dark, necromantic magic.

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.

“With aura that lashes around you like the tendrils of a plant and a violent heart that sees destruction wherever it is laid, you received the title of Red Rose when the world knew nothing of Barbarians. You truly are worthy of your title as the strongest Barbarian. But…” Chief Priest Kaka lifted his hands as he spoke. His rings glowed brightly as the fallen bodies of the Wind Demons that Red Rose had just obliterated came alive once more! “I am a Necromancer. If you are Red Rose, then I am the black fog that will block the rays of the sun from getting to you.”

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This chapter sets the tone of the new book, deepens the danger, raises the stakes, and shows the first real awakening of the child’s power. ⸻ **BOOK TWO — CHAPTER ONE “The Blood Between Realms”** (approx. 600–650 words) The realm trembled all night. Not from battle. Not from Malik’s fury pulsing through the stone corridors. Not from the Underworld pounding at invisible gates. It trembled because of the child.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.

Ronan shouted my name. But I was already moving. I lunged at Elena Ashford, my claws extending, my teeth bared. I didn't care about the consequences. I was going to kill her. END OF CHAPTER 10

The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor. My breath actually caught in my throat, and I leaned so close to the screen that my nose almost brushed the cold glass. The terminal had finally found a perfect match, but the result defied every logical law of the modern world. The energy signature didn't belong to a human, and it certainly didn't belong to a dormant shifter or a lost witch. The jagged, erratic pulse matched a dead frequency from the very dawn of magic, pulled straight from a dialect that no living creature even knew how to speak anymore.

“If what I’m thinking is true, then... this is no longer a battle for the throne.” “I don’t understand, Miaka,” Acelin pleaded. “What aren’t you telling me? What’s so bad about this?” “Very bad if what we think is true.” I nodded at Miaka. Acelin might worry, but he wouldn’t whisper. Miaka looked at me for a second and agreed. Then she confirmed what had been in my mind this whole evening. “An Ancient is waking.”