Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

After receiving a proof that a necromancer was indeed hidden on the Akashia Village, the Maelies gave an order to twenty Light Oracles to kill the whole tribe. These Light Oracles are the personal Army of the Royal Bloodline, consisting of people who can manipulate two to three elements and combine them to make a new element of their own. One Light Oracle's strength is always leveled 10 times more than a normal element user so wiping the Akashians is of no difficulty for them.

I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes. “In any other circumstance, I’d approve of what Brandon Price did. Kujo would’ve literally eaten him alive in five years tops, so he really needed to get rid of it. And I’m not sure he knew how the ritual worked when he accepted to perform it. Surely the witch involved only told him it would sever the attachment.” “Were you able to find out anything about it?”

Black energy pierced his chest, and blood instantly stained his clothes red. "Kaelen!" I cried out. "I... I'm fine," he said with a weak smile, blood trickling from his lips, but his eyes burned with a determined light. "Lyra, listen to me. I know how to break the bond." "What?" "It needs my life as the price," he said, slowly kneeling, and began to chant the ancient bond-severing spell. "To fully release your royal bloodline's power." "No!" I tried to stop him. "I don't need your sacrifice!"

“So… What exactly does this artifact do? What’s expected of me?” Dr. Rivers continued, “The artifact’s power binds the realms. It has the ability to merge and strengthen the magic of different bloodlines, creating a unity between wolves, witches, and hybrids. But it must be activated under the right conditions and only by someone of pure intent—a true Luna, a protector.” "And you’re that Luna, Serenity," Toya said softly. "But the artifact isn’t just a source of power. It's also a target. Any enemy who knows your location will come for you, trying to take that power or destroy you altogether."

"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."

"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.

“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.