Absolute Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“Do you know who I am Evelyn? Do you know who you just made an enemy of?” I gulped and didn’t respond. His lips brushed my ear. “I am Ghost. The mother fucking king of the mafia.” He pushed off my chair. I winced as the chair jerked. Tears began to fill my eyes. “But based on this reaction. I gather you have already figured that out.” He was standing in front of me now with his arms crossed on his chest. Machine leaned on the cement wall near the only door of the room. I met Kade’s cold whiskey brown eyes and nodded.

Winter "What?" Alec whirls around and stands, and I hear the pop of his fangs emerging. I can't even find the words. What I'm seeing is so strange, so unexpected. Everything we've come across so far in this pocket dimension falls in the land of natural. This is so obviously man made. "That." I point.

Majority of the vampires agreed and their angry yells of ‘yes’ could be heard. “Two weeks ago, I journeyed to Athens to relay the good news to the Elders, about the Blackburn being alive, but I was disappointed to know that it is no news to them because they knew all this while,” Aamon’s expression darkened now. “The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.”

⸻ “You’ve finally come back…” A long silence followed. Then the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes. They were the same impossible crimson that had appeared in Alessio’s visions. He smiled faintly. ⸻ “Now…” ”…it’s time to remember why you chose to die.” End of Chapter 15

I followed his gaze, and I got a glimpse of the fleeting clouds. “He tried to escape several times and the more he tried to escape, the worse their torture got. Eventually, he stopped trying. That was when I resorted to necromancy, a forbidden class of dark magic. I was weak, I knew it and when I understood no one was coming to help us, I gobbled like a hungry dog on every power I could claw upon in this dark dungeon. The ghosts of the dead were the only overpowering power in this place. I had only read about necromancy in ancient texts, but I applied it for the first time that day.”

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”

He had some candles everywhere, books scattered to the sides, and some rats were even walking around. I blinked. I don’t recognize him, but I know him. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the necromancer who could do almost anything. “Please make me stronger,” I said without thinking. The necromancer looked at me “Who are you? Your blood is very active.”

She sighed and lay down on the makeshift bed she had made with dry leaves and old rags, waiting patiently for the dusk. Her eyes drooped, and she fell into a deep slumber dreaming about Asher and red roses. *** Asher let out an inhuman growl in frustration. Last night, another human was murdered right outside his territory. There was too much blood, some even seeping through the thin, white sheet that covered the victim’s body. The familiar metallic tang in the air made his gums ache, and at the same time, scrunch his nose. The human detective Ace Jackson approached him with a grim face. “Looks like the same MO,” he said.

Ben smiled and nodded then said, “Yep, but he’s a psychic and every time you sleep with his daughter, he’s going to know what all you’re doing to her. What do you think about that?” Thorin cringed and said, “Oh, sweet Jesus. He’s going to kill me.” When they got to the other side, they came to the gate that Ben had seen in his dreams. They were met there by a tall man with long dark hair who said, “Hello Ben Logan. I am Lord Nicholas. Welcome to the North Woods.” Ben grinned and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again Nicholas.” As the ancient sorcerer returned his knowing smile and shook Ben’s hand, he nodded towards the entrance. “I believe you’ll find her watching the ships leave.

She smiles as she is taken in amazement and fascination once more towards the grand library that stands with its fresh and finest beauty that is already standing with its glory right from the very beginning, and unto the first loop. “Calling for death.” Taken by the words that Jane just utters as she flips the pages of the book that she finds after falling right in front of her. She watches carefully as curiosity gets the better of her and flips the pages down to the specific chapter she reads. “The Necromancer.” Fully knowing who it is as she immediately looks at the book that she is holding, with the conviction and strengthen ideology that it was the same one. She walks forward, yet just e