Absolute Necromancer Wiki Novels & Stories

" The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged. My older brother, Elio, is a fucking genius. The players are too busy thinking about girls' asses or tits to realize that the dealer is ripping them off. They lose their money in the game, and in the tips, they leave to the girls. Alvize leads me to another door, the one reserved exclusively for Family business, and then he takes me down a succession of corridors. Only, just as we reach the "office," the old man freezes, and I can hear him whispering eagerly:

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

He knew I was not the Lumira whose medical records he had studied. "Dark magic is not native to this body," he said, placing his cards on the table with deliberate precision. Not playing cards. Research notes, thin and precise, covered in diagrams I couldn't read from this distance. "Necromancy at your level requires a soul that has already crossed the threshold. A soul that has died and returned, carrying the imprint of the grave. The original Lumira never died — not truly. She was murdered. There is a difference." He looked at me, and for the first time, his clinical mask cracked. Not with emotion — with hunger. The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for.

Vampires materializing from the shadows where they’d been waiting—six, seven, maybe more—all moving toward where Luca held their leader. Jonathan smiled despite the claws embedded in his throat, blood running down to stain his expensive shirt. “Kill them all,” he managed to rasp out. “And find the hybrid girl. I can smell her close by. Find her and bring her to me alive and unharmed. She belongs to me.” And that’s when all hell broke loose.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, consisting of mainly me asking the 'pack' a lot of questions. Apparently, Dr. Jackson was a scientist who has been after the supernatural population for years. He's part of a group called the Keepers. He got a hold of whomever he could, making them experiments and his own personal slaves, bent on only doing his work. Only few actually survived through the experiments to become his slaves, though. Unfortunately, there was a whole society of these people called Keepers, but Dr. Jackson was the most well-known.

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

They usually make jokes, and when people laugh, they absorb their energy. Haunters— An alchemist feeding on other people's fear and using it to scare enemies. Sometimes, they can use it to cast spooky illusions. Provokers— An alchemist that absorbs anger— either from a person, or an animal— and uses it to steal other people's strength, or temporarily copy their powers. Scourger— An alchemist that absorbs others' pain and uses it to heal and strengthen themselves.

But these past few years, the Middle Region Magic Academy's' previous results could only be described as bad. The rank bottom in all the academies resource ranking. Although in power ranking, the Middle Region Magic Academy ranks higher. That was because of the appearance of two individuals. One is the son of the famous magician from the Seeker Association and from a prestigious family, known as Almond Amulet." Almina's eyes twitched from the name. This name was of course very familiar to her, after all, It was her big brother.

“Several of the insiders we found have been sent in from other branches.” “Is there any identification on who or what group we're dealing with?” Zacharias nodded and a screen behind him showed an insignia. It resembled the sun with seven rays. “We found this on all the bodies. It was burnt off but I've managed to restore it enough to figure it out.” He explained. Necromancer classes have the ability to restore corpses to a certain condition. But it doesn't give him the ability to bring back the dead. “The Mythos Guild, huh,” one of the directors grumbled. “We need to focus on strengthening our security.”