Anime Necromancers Novels & Stories

Heliotrope purple blood flowed from the clean cut in her hand, she then flipped her hand and let the dark liquid trickle down the blooming crimson flower in the King's chest and the dagger that is plunged in its flesh. Upon contact, a burst of energy with the hues of red and purple shot up to the high ceiling like a beacon. Followed by a gust of wind that knocked a couple of knights off their feet. "I will show you all the extent of magic along with my knowledge and power!" Lucas proclaimed with hystirecal laughter. "We are not the only ones living, their realms beyond your wildest imagination and with their help I shall rule every known Kingdom!" Mayari could hear the silent whispering of a

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

Uraraka; is from a family of assassins, his powers include turning Vampire which will boost his abilities and blood eye which once activated can create a domain where the human five sense organ can't work. The Dawn; a secret organization also know as Aurora Order and highly linked to most of my story, they want to find secret on how to gain immortality and can opt to anything to make that happen. Degenerate; falling gods and Angels demons; not human and at the same time not degenerate but tethering on the line between both.

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

(Didi) Crac. I look emotionlessly at my Family Leader as the lifeless body collapses before me. My hand, arm, and the right side of my face received the spray of blood from my victim as I pulled the blade out. I only had to stab my knife once. This surgical gesture, repeated countless times since my early childhood, is the reason I hate what I become as soon as I get home. Tender childhood? Let me laugh. There was never anything tender about the Bonani childhood.

He pushed himself to his feet and turned to Andre. “My little pet needs to be fed,” the Necromancer said. “The honor of nourishing it falls to you.” A look of alarm flashed across Andre’s face. Something in his master’s tone seemed ominous. “Nourish it?” he stammered. “How? I have no knowledge of this new magic.” “You will feed it with your magical essence,” the Necromancer replied. “Your dark spirit shall nourish and strengthen it.” Andre’s eyes grew wide. “You don’t mean…?” He cut off his words, unable to finish the gruesome thought.

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

"We have to find a way to break the necromancer's hold over the undead, no matter the cost." I nodded, my own determination burning bright within me. "But how?" I asked, my gaze shifting nervously towards the distant sound of the approaching horde. The necromancer's crimson eyes glinted with amusement. "You will never find a way to stop me," it said, its voice a low, guttural rumble. "The undead are mine to command, and soon, this entire world will be under my rule." It raised its hand, and the air crackled with dark energy once more. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons ready to face whatever onslaught the necromancer had in store.

The light of that ring grew brighter and brighter, and soon it caught even Red Rose’s attention. “What’s that mad man up to this time?” the Barbarian Primogenitor wondered as she smashed another Wind Demon into the ground; however, she had barely conceived the thought when the ground around her began to tremble. “I will show you why Necromancers are regarded as Dark Earth Hybrids. Stand, Blood Golems.”