Boundless Necromancer Wiki Novels & Stories

“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. ------------------------------

After receiving a proof that a necromancer was indeed hidden on the Akashia Village, the Maelies gave an order to twenty Light Oracles to kill the whole tribe. These Light Oracles are the personal Army of the Royal Bloodline, consisting of people who can manipulate two to three elements and combine them to make a new element of their own. One Light Oracle's strength is always leveled 10 times more than a normal element user so wiping the Akashians is of no difficulty for them.

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.”

LUNA Alessandro’s name used to be whispered in the dead of night like an old maid’s tale. His first kill happened when he was twelve years old. His father was attacked. If it weren’t for Sandro, his father would have died then. He is dead anyway, four years later. That’s when people truly feared that name. Both of his parents were dead. Rumour is that Alessandro created a blood bath at sixteen years old to protect his folks. He didn’t succeed. His parents were brutally murdered.

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.”

The dark night was lit only by the shinning flames of ritual candles. Valtor stood surrounded by witches, their low chants echoing in the eerie silence. They worked quickly, forming a shimmering void in the center of the altar—a portal meant to tear through to Dreadfall Citadel. One witch stepped forward, her hood casting shadows over her face. “This spell is dangerous. If it collapses, we cannot undo the damage.” Valtor’s eyes narrowed, impatience flashing in his dark gaze. “I don’t care,” he growled. “Just make sure it doesn’t collapse. If you fail me, I’ll rip your heads off one by one.”

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.

she fell to the ground in pain. Caluum sighed and crouched to the ground beside her "I'm slowly fading out "he expounded "Fading out?"she looked at him "you are immortal!" "I am" "Then, what are you talking about. Make me understand" "The abyss has recalled me and if Taynor doesn't sit on the throne before the next full moon, I will fade completely"

And as the plant or the tree or goblin grew old, the essence of life diminished, and the essence of death grew stronger. Necromancy. When a person died, his bones would remain imbued with the essence of death and necromancers could manipulate it at will. They could raise the remains of the dead, creating abominable creatures, or use it as an earth mage would a rock. The only magic that could stop it was life magic. No other element had the power to destroy the magic of death.