Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Zenia moved to him and held him up just at the moment he coughed out blood. "Hmph!"Linda watched in fascination "he took in the poison that would have killed you"she expounded and Zenia looked at her confusedly. "What?!" "Do you really think that he heals you for free?"Linda scoffed "he pays a price human. Every sickness or pain he heals from you goes to him" "He is immortal"Zenia defended but then Taynor fell to the ground completely and instantly blacked out. She shook him continuously but he wouldn't budge and a tear slipped down her cheek immediately.

He knew I was not the Lumira whose medical records he had studied. "Dark magic is not native to this body," he said, placing his cards on the table with deliberate precision. Not playing cards. Research notes, thin and precise, covered in diagrams I couldn't read from this distance. "Necromancy at your level requires a soul that has already crossed the threshold. A soul that has died and returned, carrying the imprint of the grave. The original Lumira never died — not truly. She was murdered. There is a difference." He looked at me, and for the first time, his clinical mask cracked. Not with emotion — with hunger. The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for.

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

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Luka stated firmly as he got off the ground and helped me to my feet. “You killed them!” The Banshee screamed and even through the earbuds, the sound was loud enough to cause my bones to vibrate painfully. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. This Boss wasn’t like any other Boss, the health bar that showed up above her was already down in the red. There was only one, unlike the other Boss’s we have faced.