Boundless Necromancer Wiki Novels & Stories

The stench of charred hair and flesh filled my nose as her body sagged to the ground, blood oozing from the virtually cauterized stump. I jerked aside even as Lyra shrieked, covering Owen’s eyes with one hand, though he threw her away with annoyance, gaze darting between the dead and his brother. “Explain yourself,”Alpha Orion yelled at Tristan, who had already vanquished his axe, his arms crossed and his face fixed. “Her name is Embla. She’s vowed to Alpha Maximus, and”—he reached down to tear open the back of her dress, revealing the crimson tattoo of an eye—“she’s a child of Hoenir.”

Tasha sneers and even Naomi gasps. "Tasha, you can't say things like that." Naomi says, turning towards her friend who rolls her eyes. "Fine, sorry, that was too far." Tasha curls her lip and glares at me again. "Just stay away from Abaddon. I'm pretty sure he's my mate, just so you know. I'm the one he comes to when he wants some relief or some fun, other girls have tried to take my place but they never do. You won't be able to either."

A method of surviving where they would unmask their emotions, baring it in a manner Sethlzaar couldn't understand as a weapon against their foes. "All of Ayla's children are capable of it," Karnamis had told them. "But those blessed by Truth hold it stronger than others." Cenam, to no body's surprise, mastered it first. He reduced his dog to a whimper by their third day with Munidu while the rest of them continued on with their struggle, Takaris often making faces at his beast, perhaps in the hope that if it couldn't sense his power it would read it on his face. Suffice it to say, it didn't work.

I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes. “In any other circumstance, I’d approve of what Brandon Price did. Kujo would’ve literally eaten him alive in five years tops, so he really needed to get rid of it. And I’m not sure he knew how the ritual worked when he accepted to perform it. Surely the witch involved only told him it would sever the attachment.” “Were you able to find out anything about it?”

lisa asked him feeling even more confused. “We fight the Spectral attacks as they come and the Necromancers when we find them but we don’t know who is behind it.” He replied. “Spectrals?” “It’s Dark Magic. Very dark.” Mark said. “They’re like angry spirit things, they attack and suck the life out of their victims.” He said with a shudder. “Right.” lisa replied “And Necromancers? What are they?” “Witches. Well, a specific type of Witch. They bring back the dead to fight for them. To use necromancy is to curse your soul.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Formed a fist. And drove it into the wall. The sound brought his assistant through the door in under five seconds. She stopped when she saw his face. “Sir — are you alright?” He turned and looked at her. The rage was still sitting in his eyes, right on the surface, not bothering to hide. “Nexus Capital,” he said. “Find out who owns it. The parent company, the holding structure, all of it.” She blinked. “Sir?” “I want to know everything about who controls that company by the end of the day.” He moved back to his desk. “Then I want you to get my acquisitions team in here. I’m making an offer.”

He looked into the darkness, staring at those two blue points. “We will free you,” he said finally. “But on one condition. We will place a simple binding, a blood bond, that will prevent you from directly harming us or taking over the ley line without our consent.” “Wise,” Selene replied, sounding somewhat amused. “Agreed. Do it.” They descended into the basement. The room was small, its walls covered in ancient, fading symbols. In the center sat a simple stone coffin with a lid carved with a massive Closed Eye symbol. The coffin was vibrating softly.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

It was rumoured that she is the only one whom Blair recognizes aside from Foire, and it seems like rumours are real, she indeed bowed when Morana came in the room. Morana is a unique necromancer as well, she brings death spirits with her, as well as the cold breeze of the wind. She is likely the second most powerful necromancer, next to Azazel. Many supernatural inside the border respects her, not only because of her breathtaking beauty but because her consults were always on point. She is not part of the thirteen crowns, however, she holds a great impact on them, aside from Illac. "You are here," Foire said. He stood up from his seat and looked at the lady in front of him. Morana's lips for