Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

The honey blond nearly moaned as she gushed over the platinum blond busy fixing her makeup by the mirror. “It's not luck Dana, it's strategy. With that, you can get any man and anything you want out of life.” The platinum blond replied snarkily. “I really want to be like you.” Dana sighed. “If it involves snatching my sister's boyfriend, I'm not interested. I thought you would have more class than that Penelope.” The third lady who had stood by the corner all the while spoke up for the first time.

I followed his lead, my eyes locked on the path ahead as he gestured for me to follow. "This way, sir," he said, guiding me down a narrow, winding path that disappeared into the shadows of the surrounding trees. As we observed the settlement, I noticed the magic shielding the Necromancers beginning to wane, its potency dwindling. The border between their sanctuary and our position grew increasingly tenuous, marked by a faint, shimmering haze. It was clear that the magic was being manipulated, and as we peered through the trees, we caught glimpses of the Necromancers scurrying about within. This was a sight that would have remained hidden from mortal eyes, but to us, it was a beacon illuminat

"We always wondered why the Moon Goddess didn't strike him down. We wondered how a wolf could poison the earth, torture Elementals, and twist the laws of nature without Her intervention. We thought perhaps She had turned Her back on us." Elder Horne leaned forward, his cane clattering against the desk. "What did you find?" Thorpe pushed the book toward the center of the desk. It showed a grotesque illustration: a circle of runes carved not into stone, but into something organic. Something white and porous. "He isn't just using technology," Thorpe choked out. "He is using necromancy. He has created a blind spot." Fennigan frowned, looking at the drawing. "A blind spot? How do you blind a Godd

Reive asked without a second thought. “Well, I already told you...” muttered the girl. “There are, for example, black necromancers. They can make undetectable poisons from dead flesh, and elixirs from the bones. They can suck cadaveric pus out of corpses, turning them into mummies. Then they poison living people with this pus. They can create a plague and stop it. And clean rivers from the poison of dead bodies... Some of them, the especially strong ones, can raise a dead mouse or a cat. Or any other animal. But this is the most they can do.” Reive nodded his head thoughtfully.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

The Hollow Queen didn’t look away from the altar. “I expected as much.” “She has Lucien back.” This time, she turned. And her smile—slow, cold—was like winter sinking teeth into bone. “Good. Let her feel safe.” She opened a scroll, its parchment ancient and inked in a language lost to all but the cursed. The runes shimmered with something dark—alive. “Let her believe she’s healed,” she murmured. “Let her believe she’s whole.” She dipped her fingers into the blood again, then pressed them to the stone.

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

' She slumped down, unable to carry the weight of the ache in every throbbing cell in her body, every corner and bend. 'A mind game that kills. I am powerful, little girl of my blood, powerful. I killed the mother of your mother, the first of your descendant and I have killed the third, fourth, fifth… oh, so many of your ancestors, and I will kill you, the last of you and then there shall only be me, my darkness. Only the shadows.' He swayed, to his own song and Aurora knew he had crossed the border of sanity a long time ago. A kind of crazy dance to endless, insane tune.

It all came back to her, but what she didn't understand was why he was here? Nara trying to ask as she felt herself and her witches growing weaker, "why are you here? What do you want?". The necromancer bent down to her level smiling evily, "you see I'll tell you, my powers have a little issue, I'm still strong but I need a little enhancement witch. And your nephew is the perfect sacrifice for this", as he said that Nara grunted trying to get him but couldn't, the necromancer laughed standing up straight and moving around.

Anyone that crosses me will rue the day they were born,I thought with a sinister smile. After untying my hands,I slowly crack my neck from side to side, reliving the kinks in my neck. I feel the fear in the air as I crack my bones. I slowly stood up from the chair I was tied to. A menacing grin on my face. I was a sight to behold. I grabbed the blindfold and with one single tug,I removed it. I opened my eyes slowly, taking a while to get used to the bright white light and the natural light filtering through the window.