Boundless Necromancer Characters Novels & Stories

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Valerie opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of Aubrey's face, her eyes were open and so blue like the deep sea, and a mixture of fire cut across her eyes, she screamed out loud yanking herself back with her hands stretched out front, and she looked at Valerie, whose eyes changed to fire and got shut. "Out of the fuels of magic, we form you, from the enchanted towers we bare your soul to and we the ancestor link your souls together forever only to be altered by the true blood of a necromancer and a pure elf from the bloodline of mortals." Said an ancestor, Standing with a sharp knife, in front of him were seven men tied down to a table, and a bowl of blood. Surrounding them were three men and

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

The moment Barin trusted me with his name. “I am Lena Mora,” I said through clenched teeth. “I carry the broken hope of the first mages. I wear my scars, I don’t erase them. I remember every soul we lost. Every name is carved into my heart. I don’t burn the world to feel alive—I fight to keep it alive.” The circle pulsed violently. A shockwave burst outward, knocking Maxwell and Barin to the ground. The sky darkened, not with clouds, but with shadow, coalescing into a figure high above us. A mirror image of me, haloed in fire, smiling with infinite calm.

It was rumoured that she is the only one whom Blair recognizes aside from Foire, and it seems like rumours are real, she indeed bowed when Morana came in the room. Morana is a unique necromancer as well, she brings death spirits with her, as well as the cold breeze of the wind. She is likely the second most powerful necromancer, next to Azazel. Many supernatural inside the border respects her, not only because of her breathtaking beauty but because her consults were always on point. She is not part of the thirteen crowns, however, she holds a great impact on them, aside from Illac. "You are here," Foire said. He stood up from his seat and looked at the lady in front of him. Morana's lips for