Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

He chuckles, “he found me and took me to a friend of his. A witch who has knowledge of the art of dark magic. Because I had only just passed, she was able to bring me back from the brink of death.” “But magic like that, it comes at a price?” I ask him, concern lacing my words. “Our bond Lonnie, that was the cost. The moment that I was brough back from the dead, our bond was broken in payment.” “Is that why I didn’t die after you?” I ask him, my eyes wide. He gives me a gentle nod. “We are no longer blood bound?” Disappointment etched into my voice.

"Report! A hoard of wyverns had entered! They went in the direction of the Capital!" "Report! A pack of wolf hybrids attacked the north of the empire!" "Report!" "Report!" The Great Archmage clenched his fist as he trembled on the continuous reports around the empire. "Report! The mana stones were destroyed by the wyverns! The second array could not be activated!" The Great Archmage weakly slumped on his seat. He might be a Great Archmage, but he wouldn't be able to protect the entire empire just him alone. Moreover, they were hoards of vicious beasts that attacked the whole empire. How could he kill all of them?

Behind Robert the circle grew smaller and some drew weapons, which flashed electricity at the tip. Alisha recoiled when her paw touched the edge and some stones fell into the void. -Blaren what do we do? - He said through his mind touching his neck with his nose to get his attention. -Do you believe in something? - She mentally denied and didn't think it was the first time she did. "You know we have no other alternative," he said, stepping back until he was at the top as well.

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.”

The older witch, the head spoke, “We examined their claws just like you asked and we found a bit of magic like venom inside them" Marcus stood straight in shock, “Venom?" The witch nodded her head, "Venom alpha, we also found some of it in him, his body, blood and soul”

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

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.

“Yeah for real I know nothing about that thing.” “Then what are you going to do?” “Start to look for it. And use it to heal Amber.” Dawn said. Dawn drank her wine and said, “you know there is another way Amber can be healed.” “What other way?” Ashley asked as she looked at Dawn. Dawn didn’t answer immediately she took her time as she stared ahead and then said, “have you ever heard about the necromancers?” Ashley gave her a nod, “Yeah I have, all I know is that they are rare, rarer than the purebloods. And also that they come under the vampires.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Even Kyrax had to bear the brunt of the pain as well. However, if done correctly, just as my father had shown me multiple times, the mana would stabilize and transform into pure condensed essence that fueled the Bloodlust Ascendancy. In this state, every aspect of my being would enhance to unimaginable heights, and I would be nigh unstoppable for a short period of time, but it had a downside. Any error or lapse in concentration and the process would backfire, making the condensed mana explode and breaking me in the worst way possible. Regardless of the downside, this was my goal, and I had to reach it at all costs.