Catastrophic Necromancer Chapter 49 Novels & Stories

He had some candles everywhere, books scattered to the sides, and some rats were even walking around. I blinked. I don’t recognize him, but I know him. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the necromancer who could do almost anything. “Please make me stronger,” I said without thinking. The necromancer looked at me “Who are you? Your blood is very active.”

It felt like there were magnets pulling me and I couldn’t stop myself. I walked to a dark corner and I was convinced I was lost at this point because it was a place far from the castle building, but still in the palace. That was when I heard the most horrifying roar. Not a howl a roar that shook the very air. My heart nearly stopped. I wanted to run. But something kept pulling me forward. I tried to move away, to turn back but that’s when I saw him. Lucian. His body twisted violently, screaming as his bones snapped, rearranging his skin stretching as something monstrous took over.

"*Xakoroth zirith narvathel zolnirith, Natharim tor-velen xorvathoth vargeloth. Xorothiel varinthil nar-koroth, Zilgathil mor-veloth bel-narvathel. Zolnirith xor-narvathoth nar-doroth, Zorothil nar-velen elgaroth bel-zorvathoth*" As the final words of the incantation left his lips, a great burst of energy erupted from the necromancer's hands, engulfing him and the man he sought to trap. A wall of darkness rose up around them, solidifying into an impenetrable barrier that nothing could break through. Inside the wall, the necromancer and the man stood, the necromancer laughing loudly at his first plan working perfectly, "finally", he cried out, "I can't wait to get my hands on those powers.

Then, I turned around. I saw him standing with a deadpan and impassive expression on his face in the periphery, out of my cloak, and a few meters away. I had a glance-over with the beast, his face unreadable, fire cracks on his face were that of neon crimson fire, his eyes extraterrestrial grey. It looked like he was trying to dig a hole in my head with his gaze. I lost my focus for a second. This caused the ebbing of the strength of my cloak, and that was enough for Marcellus to use it to penetrate my protective field with necromancy. My lilac shield started to break and crack under the force of his black magic. The swirling dust of his necromancy mixed with neon blue electric zaps encircle

Damon’s panicked voice reached me through the haze. Before I could shift again, the air around us crackled with raw, terrifying energy. A deafening clap of thunder shook the room as a storm of dark lightning struck down, obliterating the shadows and taking the necromancer with it. I froze. Standing at the center of the destruction was Heather.

“A life bound to Daniel’s soul. A life deeply entwined with his fate.” The words hung in the air between them, heavy and suffocating. Rigel’s heart pounded. “There must be another way,” he said, but the words felt weak even as they left his lips. The Necromancer simply shrugged. “There is,” he mused. “You could let him succumb. Let the ancient evil take him fully. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about saving him at all.” Rigel saw red. In a flash, he had the Necromancer pinned against the stone wall, his forearm pressing into the creature’s throat.

But the moment it touched my skin, it evaporated like smoke in the wind. “Still won’t take it,” he murmured, shaken. “It’s like your magic’s being… redirected.” “Into what?” Azric growled. But no one had an answer. ***************************************** Later, when the chaos settled and Nyra’s blood was wiped from the floor, she summoned us to my quarters. The old book—that book—was open on the floor before her, pages scattered like bones. But one page near the end was… different. Blackened. Burned.

I didn’t use too much mana though… why is it backfiring on me? Calm down… I need to calm down. I need to trace the mana back… circulate it and calm it… come on Come on! Why isn’t it working?! Why is this happening to me?! Her eyes became blurry, and she quickly blacked out as she watched the entirety of the glasshouse, once filled with flowers of all colors and life brimming inside… wither away. The last thing she saw was a smirk on the face of a black-haired woman with glistering Crimson eyes as she stared at her as if the abyss was staring back at her

I replied as pain stabbed through my chest again. The healer moved beside me quickly, placing his glowing hands against my ribs. I pushed aside his cloak that had nearly covered my entire face. “That’s bad,” he turned to face me. “Very helpful.” I remarked. Ignoring the sarcasm, he stepped back. I could see real fear on her face. Damien must have noticed to because he became impatient. “What?” Damien asked. “The curse has reached most of his heart.” he blurted out. “It means the freezing process is nearly complete.”