Novel & Cerita Absolute Necromancer Chapter 1

I could sense the truth was about to be revealed, and I braced myself for whatever was coming. As the chanting grew louder, images flashed in my mind. *** The revelation of the genesis. Scores Ago… In a dimly lit chamber adorned with mysterious symbols, the air was thick with supernatural tension. Grief-stricken, a woman cradled the lifeless form of two tiny infants in her arms as she gazed down at them with tears in her eyes. Grief led her to the hidden home of a famous necromancer—an expert said to bring the dead back to life.

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“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

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 140

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.”

As she stood in the center of the room, held in place by the attendants, Kyle stepped off to the side, folded his hands, and lowered his head in reverence. Before the assembly sat an immense stone chair. It looked like a throne. She looked up and saw that seated in it was a vampire who looked older than the others. She could tell that he was absolutely ancient. There was something about his cold, blue eyes. They stared down at her as if they had seen 10,000 years. She hated the feeling of his eyes on her. They were evil itself. “So,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “This is the one who breached our territory,” he said. His voice was gravelly and had absolutely no warmth in it. It echoed in