Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

"is whether or not you are alive enough to keep me." ********************************************** The council of hunters had gathered in the dimly-lit conference room, their faces set in stern determination as they discussed their next move. In the center of the room stood a large, circular table, around which the hunters were gathered. At the head of the table sat Alaric Van Helsing, his piercing gaze scanning the faces of the assembled hunters. "Our intelligence tells us that the rogue vampire, Drake, has been spotted in this area," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "We cannot allow him to continue his reign of terror unchecked. We must take him down, and soon."

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."

He looked into the darkness, staring at those two blue points. “We will free you,” he said finally. “But on one condition. We will place a simple binding, a blood bond, that will prevent you from directly harming us or taking over the ley line without our consent.” “Wise,” Selene replied, sounding somewhat amused. “Agreed. Do it.” They descended into the basement. The room was small, its walls covered in ancient, fading symbols. In the center sat a simple stone coffin with a lid carved with a massive Closed Eye symbol. The coffin was vibrating softly.

I already knew that. “It found her because of you.” That didn’t matter. “Fix it.” Her lips curved slightly, but there was no humour in it. “If it were that simple, we wouldn’t be here.” I stood, keeping one arm around Iris as she stayed close to me. “Then make it simple.” Lucien exhaled softly behind me. “You really don’t do patience, do you?” I ignored him. The witch’s gaze sharpened slightly. “The bond between you is unstable now,” she said. “It’s no longer bound by distance.”

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tanong niya na may halong pagkalito. I smiled at him and simply replied, “buy the blessed weapon.” If I remember it right, the woman who was selling the blessed weapon mention that it was very effective against Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It is the very enemy of a mid-tier necromancer, and still effective to black magicians. Malaki ang pera na dinala ko dahil I really thought that those dairy pages would be so expensive. Dahil yung ang alam ko kapag sinabing bibili ka sa black market ng mga bagay, in earth million-million ang mga presyo!

“I just need to sever the ancient evil’s hold on him.” The Necromancer chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “Oh, young one,” he murmured, tilting his head. “You still don’t understand, do you? That kind of bond—the one between him and the ancient evil—is not simply a curse.” His grin widened. “It’s possession. It’s fate. And it does not break so easily.” Rigel gritted his teeth. “Then tell me what will.” The Necromancer’s gaze darkened. “There is a ritual,” he admitted, voice dipping into something almost reverent. “An ancient one. A forbidden one.”

A shadow seemed to streak across the darkening sky to the east, disappearing beyond the horizon. Dominic turned away from the hole in the ground, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. He took a moment to gather his breath. “That was even more difficult than I expected,” he said. “Three of our foes are gone forever, but the Necromancer has managed to claim Andre’s essence for himself. Whether he will be able to bring Andre back to life or simply add his power to that which he has already collected, I cannot say.” He looked toward Jenna. “Was your spell successful?”

Perhaps she is finally seeing that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. I know shadows, darkness, and death have always been a part of my life. I’ve never feared any of it. I’ve used the shadows and darkness to hide in plain sight when I’m on missions. I command the shadows to teleport me where I want. I can manipulate them to bend to my will. I'm a necromancer. I play with death by stopping people from dying, bringing them back to life if necessary, and even taking their life. My ability as a necromancer allows me to remove souls directly from their bodies. It’s why I get the complex missions.

Aeneas and his brother are expectant, all the others turn to their wolves as well and Pearl sits next to me. "First things first, my brother has the ability to numb your powers, isolate them if you would like." He pauses to let that information sink, and everyone seems a bit scared after hearing it. "He will block abilities from many races and this will cause a reaction from them. But do not believe for a second that it will weaken our enemy. The necromancers have made deals with the dead, and those deals include a strength that is now part of them. So taking them away from their casting abilities will only cause confusion for a short while, then they will retaliate quickly and with an inhum