Boundless Necromancer Romane & Geschichten

"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.”

I can feel his shame, but I simply can't understand why James, even he, would betray me. "Great, now I have you both as a focal point!" The necromancer said excitedly. Immediately, I feel my energy start to drain. Strïth is fighting against these chains that bind us. "The castle is almost completely overrun," James reported. "Now you can keep your promise." His expression is serious as he faces the necromancer. "Go ahead, you know where to find it." The necromancer replied. The Orb begins to glow black and the pieces of bodies move, coming together and beginning to create yet another unholy creature, and it's stronger because there are threads of Shadow, Light, and Metal, sewing and joining

"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."

“For once, pay attention to what I'm saying! You should not be concerned about me; if I allow them to push much further, the residents of the town will be in danger. Now go get some assistance, and I'll hold them off... GO! RIGHT NOW!” The sight of the enemies made Nelanian tremble. One of them was wearing a leather-covered grimoire across his chest, meaning he was either a Lorth or a Yulcite. Lorths and Yulcites practiced magic that needed them to repeat incantations and spells in order to cast their magic, hence they carried their sacred scriptures with them when fighting. The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order

I trailed my fingers up his chest absentminded. “I told you my ability lies in the mastery of life. It’s the one thing dark ones don’t truly have. It’s why they kill and feast on those who live. Even though it only sustains them for a short while. But when I summon it, sort of like I did with Landon, well - it’s a different story. They crave what I have but… too much of it is toxic to them.” Images of the forest flashed back and I winced as the memories came back.

To not imagine hauling her onto his lap in front of the entire class— “Malick.” The sharp voice of Professor Thorne pulled him back. “Would you care to share with the class what elemental traits make a familiar incompatible with shadowbinding?” All eyes turned to him. “…Uh.” His voice cracked. “…If they’re infused with celestial light or any kind of angelic resonance, they’ll… short out the bind and explode.” Silence stretched. Then Thorne nodded. “Correct. Though perhaps next time you could deliver your answer with less… panic.”

He holds me in a vice-like grip, pulling me closer to him. “If you go near April again, I will lock you in a room and never let you see the light of day again.” His voice is low and menacing, “is that understood?” The threat in his eyes is real. “I didn’t…” But I don’t finish explaining myself. The darkening in his eyes is proof enough that anything I say will land on deaf ears. In his eyes I hurt April. And I’m the villain for that. Besides, I don’t need his understanding. I need my freedom.