Catastrophic Necromancer Chapter 49 Novels & Stories

I gasped. Corvin’s voice was flat. “We can’t.” The jerk’s nails clawed bloody tracks into the cobblestone as he was dragged under. His eyes rolled white. One last scream, then he was gone. The crack sealed over him with a sound like grinding teeth. Silence slammed down for a heartbeat. Just the low moan of wind through stone and the rattle of my own breathing. Then the courtyard exhaled, almost in satisfaction. Around us, other necrotic hands were already crumbling, sinking back into the cracks they’d emerged from. The cobblestones knit themselves together piece by piece, seams fading.

Nabi paused, gulping down a mouthful of wine, “You know what, shi-bal everything I just said… Kiss him!” Yumeko threw her hands in the air, smiling widely as she pushes me to the front, “This is so much fun!” Taking a deep breath, I limp towards Rook, who seems to be in a very terrible mood. Heaven seems to have sealed my fate. If Rook doesn't kill me, Corvin or Magnus will. My elbow still hurt from his harsh throw, and I barely escaped, only to walk right into trouble again. Almost getting to Rook, he turns towards me, and I freeze.

Those burning eyes felt like they were seeing right through me, as if he saw a stranger in my place. Blackness edged my vision, my strength waning. His grip was a vise, threatening to snap my neck any moment. Just as I teetered on the edge of losing consciousness, Marcus appeared out of nowhere. With a swift move, he wrapped his arms around my uncle's neck and yanked him back, stumbling.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

I shot the words out, a little pissed that this echo had invaded my privacy. “I am Mondua…” I gasp. He is Zayd’s father “I can not stay here long, I implore you, to go to Hunji. Panja’s army has been called.” As quickly as he appeared he disappeared leaving me in a state of confusion and quite frankly freaked out. It’s something that has always bothered me, speaking to the dead, unless of course, it was my mother but even then, it was only for Orion. His obsession with necromancy - twisted and scary. He babbled on about how he was going to bring my mother back one of these days. He would tell her was sorry and how he would fix it. Repeating over and over to her as I held her spirit in our w

I followed his gaze, and I got a glimpse of the fleeting clouds. “He tried to escape several times and the more he tried to escape, the worse their torture got. Eventually, he stopped trying. That was when I resorted to necromancy, a forbidden class of dark magic. I was weak, I knew it and when I understood no one was coming to help us, I gobbled like a hungry dog on every power I could claw upon in this dark dungeon. The ghosts of the dead were the only overpowering power in this place. I had only read about necromancy in ancient texts, but I applied it for the first time that day.”

“Alena here is a hybrid of a sorcerer and a vampire. The first or her kind to have survived, you have seen her powers, you have seen how powerful she is. It is what you get for deviating from the standards and it is the kind of world I shall bring to you.” Another round of claps. Another roll of my eyes to the back of my head. “Or you could show them what you can do,” I suggested sweetly but he ignored it. “Set fire on this.” He said nodding ahead “What?” I asked. He turned to me. “The same way you did the clearing you and your mother had been set on fire. Do it!” I felt rage rise in me at his mention of Mother that I was tempted, so tempted to set him on fire instead but I shut my eyes and

Olga ordered as she raced ahead to gather the items that she’d need to surgically remove the fangs from her niece’s arm. “Goddess, Diana!” Felix roared as he stepped onto the porch in time to see Rex carrying Kendra with the zombie head stuck to her arm into the house. “What happened?” “They grow fangs if you don’t kill the brain right away,” Arthur said in a shocked monotone. “So, they’ve found their way here, have they?” Felix mused.

I resisted the urge to give in and pushed away the fingers clawing at my mind. I looked at the other two. Both Dudley and Maurice’s movements had become stiff and slow-paced, their limbs moved as if weighted down. Their eyes were pitch-black and their faces were frozen in a grimace of stark terror. They had turned around and were coming for me, fighting to stop themselves, but unable. How was he controlling them? He was a necromancer. He couldn’t control the living only the... and suddenly it all made sense. How long had we been dead?

Electricity shimmered around him in a blue haze, as his soul materialized into solid form. Zeke leapt forward, swiftly closing the distance between them, and sank his sharp claws deep into the necromancer's chest, ripping his heart from his chest. A second blow from his other hand, sent Gilbert's head flying from his shoulders and landing with a sickening thud at the forest border. His broken body slipped from Merlin’s grasp, falling to the ground in a crumpled heap, and dissolving into ash, as faint whisps of smoke snaked up into the air.