Absolute Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

a mask of horror, they watched dispassionately as three corpses rose from the ground and began lurching toward the trapped servant. Even in the dim moonlight, they could see the decayed flesh and exposed bones of the newly raised zombies, each of whom had lain rotting in the ground for many years. Low growls rumbled from their hideous mouths as they stumbled slowly toward their quarry. The breeze carried a foul stench before them. “Bringing the dead to life is becoming easier,” the Necromancer said. “Now it is time to try a few tests.” He turned toward Viktor and nodded. The renegade wizard knew what to do. He raised his palm toward the nearest zombie and mouthed a spell. A beam of black ma

No statue of angels or gargoyles stood sentry near or around it, just untrimmed shrubs and towering trees that looked as old as time. Carved on the black stone were the initials E.R. It was meant to be unanimous to all who looked at it, but to the mage, he knew exactly who this person was buried six feet below. From his coat’s pocket, he fished out a booklet with tattered edges and dog ears. With a single sweep of his palm on the cover, the booklet grew in size enough to read the contents without wincing. It was the necromancy book. He flipped a page with the bookmark and then chanted its contents while shutting his eyes close.

So if anybody could answer his questions about necromancers without being suspicious it would be Simon. "I know you read the book and I'm wondering if there is anything about necromancers in it." Said Jace trying to sound casual. "Actually, there is" Simon replied flipping through pages "I've read this book several times and it's crazy because it's always changing. Like every time something new happens in the supernatural world the book adds it. Ana is even in it now. Oh here it is, but there isn't much about necromancers though" Simon grumbled.

Jeffery was silent for a while and then. "Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat.

My shadow stirred. It rose, blacker than the abyss itself, writhing like a living thing. And when the beast roared in the distance, my shadow smiled. For the first time, so did kael. --- ☠️ End of Chapter 1.

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

I ignored the gasps of horror that resonated round the room as I tried to get out of bed. "What the fuck happened?" Kiara questioned "Your aunt Persie said hi" was all I said before I passed out again and thankfully this time, I was left alone. Finally!!! Unknown P.O.V Two figures stood in the shadows having a stare down. One in amazement and the other in boredom. One mortal, one immortal. One in plain sight and the other clocked in a dark robe, concealing their identity. The summoner and the summoned and a deal is about to be struck.