Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

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.”

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

"He said she was involved." "See, vampires have this thing called thrall. We can take over and control the mind of another. Technically we all can do it, but it takes a lot of practice and it's really only the older ones that can do it. Mother is exceptionally good at it." "And she does it do Isaac?" "I shouldn't be telling you this. We should be focusing on the issue at hand, which is getting you ready. You've got a lot of competition, and I can't have my work insulted publicly."

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.

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

There were too many people around, and if he got caught, it would expose him to the human world, something he could not afford to do. Frustrated and feeling powerless, Valle clenched his fists tightly. He needed a new plan, one that would allow him to track them without being seen. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. He began to summon the ancient magic that flowed within him. This was a special spell that would help him discover where they were, no matter how far they ran or how well they hid.

Physical traits. My hand moved without thinking, brushing lightly against the side of my ear. I had always been told I was human. I had believed it, because there had never been anything to question. But now, standing here, reading this, it didn’t feel like the truth anymore. It felt like something I had been made to believe. I swallowed, my throat dry as I forced myself to keep reading. Such bindings require a blood anchor. Only one of the same bloodline, most often the mother, may cast a seal strong enough to hold royal magic for extended years. The cost is great, and the spell cannot be undone by the caster once completed.

"This isn't mere decoration. The gold is pure, first of all—worth a small fortune on its own. But more importantly, it's been *bound*." A murmur rippled through the crowd. Even Kael felt a cold shock of understanding. Binding magic. Blood magic. The kind that was forbidden in most of the civilized realms because of how thoroughly it could control another being. "The collar is keyed to the buyer," Grayson explained. "A simple blood ritual, completed at the time of sale. Once bound, she'll be unable to flee, unable to raise her hand against you, unable to disobey direct commands. Think of it as... insurance. Even if her wolf somehow emerged despite her latent nature, she'd be completely under

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

Formed a fist. And drove it into the wall. The sound brought his assistant through the door in under five seconds. She stopped when she saw his face. “Sir — are you alright?” He turned and looked at her. The rage was still sitting in his eyes, right on the surface, not bothering to hide. “Nexus Capital,” he said. “Find out who owns it. The parent company, the holding structure, all of it.” She blinked. “Sir?” “I want to know everything about who controls that company by the end of the day.” He moved back to his desk. “Then I want you to get my acquisitions team in here. I’m making an offer.”