Absolute Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

She paused. Then opened it.". The air shifted immediately — colder, denser. From the shadows, her warlock advisor emerged. "My lady…" he warned. "You vowed once never to open that book." "I never vowed," she said coldly. "And besides… losers make rules." She turned a page — blood-red text exhaled onto the parchment, vibrating with forbidden power. Necromancy. Soul merging. Harvest spells that derived strength not in sacrifice… but in bondage. "I will obtain a vessel," she spoke softly. "And I will feed this plague something new. A hunger that is beholden to me."

It felt like there were magnets pulling me and I couldn’t stop myself. I walked to a dark corner and I was convinced I was lost at this point because it was a place far from the castle building, but still in the palace. That was when I heard the most horrifying roar. Not a howl a roar that shook the very air. My heart nearly stopped. I wanted to run. But something kept pulling me forward. I tried to move away, to turn back but that’s when I saw him. Lucian. His body twisted violently, screaming as his bones snapped, rearranging his skin stretching as something monstrous took over.

“What do you want?” Nyra stood slowly. “To end what I began.” She turned her eyes on Necros. “You were my mistake.” Necros laughed, but it rang hollow. “You chained me,” he said, voice trembling. “You cursed me to the void.” “And now I’ll unmake you.” He lunged. The First Beast roared—charging past me like a storm given form. But Necros didn’t retreat. He absorbed the charge, shadow wrapping around him like armor. He grew taller, darker—inhuman.

The very first time I laid my eyes on him, I never thought I would end up loving someone like him. But everything changed when I met Alec. The chief of vampire council and my mate. My hands were on fists when I woke. I felt like there was something in me that was making me tremble. The images in my head are too clear, I couldn't think of any logical reason for what is happening to me. What did I see? Why did I dream about those events? And it's worth mentioning that it felt so real, that I was really there when all those things happened.

I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing her in one last time. When I stood, Davorin was in the doorway, silent. “You ready?” he asked. No. I’d never be ready. But I nodded anyway. * Passing through the portal again, I threw up despite Davorin there with me. I’d seen magic before. Wolves shifting, healers mending broken bones, the occasional witch’s charms…… But this… This was different. It was like it had a heart of its own. And I had the horrible feeling it was watching me closely.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Its gaze fell upon her. ”…you were never supposed to become aware of me.” Sophia’s blood ran cold. Then the universe began disappearing. Not dying. Not collapsing. Being erased from the page. Seraphina screamed: “MUMMY!” Sophia reached for her. Lucien grabbed Sophia. Noah shouted. Death attacked the darkness. The Devil King unleashed everything. But nothing worked. Because this time they weren’t fighting a character. They were fighting the one holding the story. And just before everything disappeared, Sophia heard one final sentence: “Chapter One is over.” End of Chapter 161 TO BE CONTINUED…

" Like a throat. The pages lining it fluttered in some internal wind, whispering against each other. Fragments of text crawled across them, fading and reappearing, never settling on one version. It slanted down and away from the surface in a shallow ramp, disappearing into a gray that was not the Graveyard’s gray. It's more like the space between one level and another in a badly coded game. Behind us, ink slammed into the base of the altar in a black wave, spraying flecks up onto the stone like acid rain. We didn’t have time to run pros and cons. Corvin didn’t hesitate. He swung himself into the passage, boots skidding on the shifting paper underfoot, the lockbook clutched tight to his chest