Boundless Necromancer Wiki Novels & Stories

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

“I know who I am.” “No,” he said softly, his voice curling around the word like smoke. “You know who they let you believe you are. You think Crescent took you in out of kindness? That they raised you because they couldn’t find your real family?” She froze. “You’re not just some orphan, girl. You’re the last thread in a bloodline they buried long ago. A bloodline Crescent fears. And now that you’re bonded to him...” His eyes flashed. “You’ve just become the most dangerous creature alive.”

His expression was unreadable, but through the bond, Selene could feel him shock, denial, and underneath it all, a desperate, fragile hope. “This doesn’t change anything,” he said finally. “Even if you’re right, the pregnancy still-” “I’m not done.” Selene grabbed another text, this one older, written in a language she couldn’t read. “This is a grimoire. Morwenna pulled it for me. It’s about blood magic and curse theory. I can’t read most of it, but there’s a passage here…” She pointed to a section that had been translated in someone’s cramped handwriting. “…about curses that bind souls. It says they can only be broken by ‘the willing union of opposites: human and beast, life and death, love

“Great. I want to be up and running in the next three then.” “I’ll pass that information on to the bus.” The bus looked like a bus, but it was well protected with magic, so it was stronger than most armoured vehicles most mundane militaries used. He wasn’t crazy, necromancers only valued lives for what use they would bring them. Nothing more. All in the employ or influence of one were fodder for their whims. ------------------------------

The mortals beside their towering rocks were drooling stinky black liquids, their hands raised toward the moon, trying so hard to catch it. Patting the dirt away from his golden armor, he rolled his head and glared at them. “Is that all you’ve got? Sadly, even with your abilities combine, you’re still incapable of putting a scratch on me. I must commend you, though. You’ve decapitated all my allies in just one blow.” He looked up suddenly when the moon was entirely covered with a reddish glow. “Ah, now we’ll see Zheira’s awakening. Watch closely, Vladimir! The woman you fantasized would be the one to end your miserable life.”

Do not say it, Luna. “What if Bash doesn’t help me and Hana doesn’t want me?” I said it. “What if you kill Colton and leave me? I will have no money. I will become homeless. If I die of cold, I will return as a ghost and will haunt you for the rest of my life.” A soft rumble started somewhere in his throat. Soon, his entire body was shaking, and Alessandro was laughing like a crazy person. I haven’t become a ghost and haunted him yet.

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”

Kovu's POV He continued, “Now, to the matter at hand—Asterion Maverick. The new Alpha of the Eldrath pack has proven to be a ruthless adversary. He’s been recruiting rogues, swelling his numbers. As of our latest intelligence, his forces are nearing ten thousand and rising. This is no ordinary enemy we face.” “Rogues aren’t ones to be controlled. They are feral, uncontrollable beasts,” one of the generals, Viktor, added. “Yet Asterion commands them with an iron fist. We suspect he’s using some form of dark magic to bind them to his will.”

They were circling. Alya felt the pull deep in her chest—an echo. A call. It wasn’t just the sword they were after. It was her blood. Her lineage. Her soul. --- The largest of the creatures stepped from the smoke. Not like the others. Human-shaped. Wearing old armor cracked by time. No eyes. Just a carved mask over its face… and a crown of thorns atop its skull. Lucien froze. “That’s not a guardian.” “What is it?” He didn’t answer.