Boundless Necromancer Characters Novels & Stories

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.

Creed had discouraged me from following the hunting party but I defied his others, I could only smell fear from afar. Skulls and several bone parts of humans lay scattered across the dry arid land the cool was at freezing temperature. I could barely walk I just chugged alongside Belladonna like a child clinging to her mother for comfort and security. We had 10 mercenaries on our team including Necro my distant cousin, Vincent the archer and Lopez the exorcist. Among all this I was the only useless accomplice, I never had any form of magic or psychic powers except for transforming when it was nighttime especially during the full moon.

“They said the bond would make you glow. But I didn’t believe them.” Liora’s blood turned cold. “Hale,” she said, voice low. “Rogue scum.” His smile widened. “You flatter me.” Hale was dangerous—not just because of his strength, but because of his mind. He wasn’t like the feral rogues Crescent hunted at the borders. He was educated in the old ways. His pack had broken from the Shadowclaw years ago, and rumor said he’d once been in line for a Beta position before bloodshed turned him into an exile.

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

They grappled in a deadly clash, claws tearing, jaws snapping as they each fought for dominance. The sound of snarls and ripping fabric echoed as Valtor countered each vicious strike, his strength unwavering. As they faced off, Damon appeared from the shadows, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Behind him, a group of human mercenaries strode in, their wolfsbane firearms glinting ominously in the dim light. The atmosphere thickened with tension. Amidst the struggle, a sudden silence fell. Gaia was standing, her eyes shut tight, her small frame somehow radiating an eerie, powerful energy. As if sensing her presence, both men paused, but Valtor's gaze was protective.

The stench of charred hair and flesh filled my nose as her body sagged to the ground, blood oozing from the virtually cauterized stump. I jerked aside even as Lyra shrieked, covering Owen’s eyes with one hand, though he threw her away with annoyance, gaze darting between the dead and his brother. “Explain yourself,”Alpha Orion yelled at Tristan, who had already vanquished his axe, his arms crossed and his face fixed. “Her name is Embla. She’s vowed to Alpha Maximus, and”—he reached down to tear open the back of her dress, revealing the crimson tattoo of an eye—“she’s a child of Hoenir.”

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

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.

"It knows I'm here to protect her. So it's choosing to be free." The third layer shattered. Then the fourth. Fifth. Sixth. With each breaking, more power flooded into the room. The healers were struggling now, their barrier barely holding. Frost covered everything. The air crackled with energy. Nyx had pressed herself into the corner, her silver eyes glowing with reflected magic. Finally, Maeve's power struck the *core* binding. The final chain. "This is it," she said, her voice strained. "Once this breaks, there's no containing what comes out. Everyone, maximum power. NOW!"

"I don't have any business with you!" "Half-demons really can't handle the heavy lifting, can they?" Raven mocked. Before Vargos could even register the insult or make a move, Raven dropped down and grabbed him by the throat with an iron grip. Using full force, Raven began sucking the life force straight out of him, doing the exact same thing Zariel had done to Maera earlier. Vargos screamed as his skin instantly withered and shriveled up, turning into a dried-out mummy in a matter of seconds.