Catastrophic Necromancer Novels & Stories

Killing them wasn't the problem, the challenge lied in how fast they multiplied despite ripping their heads apart from their bodies. "Elena watch out!" A dead bat resurrected from the dead and tried to attack me from behind. I ducked right in time to avoid its sharp claws thanks to Cass' warning. "Thanks!" I muttered. "The necromancer is here, he is the only one that can reach out to dead creatures and bring them back to life" "I observed, but what do we do since the bloody coward has decided to make himself less conspicuous and torment us with birds." Cass spat, caught a bat by the neck, and tore it into two equal halves making blood splatter on him.

I can only hope the day will never come when we stand against one another, pointing our guns to kill. A familiar figure walks in and takes the farthest seat at our fifty sitters' tables. The girl I wanted to avoid the whole evening. The Cannibal Snookums; Regan Wells. The bane of my goddamn existence. For leaving me confused all the damn time, pulling the emotional strings in my heart and mind, considerably bad for my health. I know she knows I am here. Her hand trembles as she takes her drink close to her mouth, but she does not look my way for once.

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

“You’re painting my sister as a predator while completely ignoring the bigger picture. Your own nephew used your identity to manipulate women online. Right under your nose. And you want to talk about disappointment? Try looking in the mirror.” His brows shot up, but I didn’t flinch. My voice didn’t shake. “You and your family were too blind to see the signs. Too busy flaunting wealth to notice your spoiled little prince was out there playing dangerous games. Who knows how many girls he’s done this to? Or how many he’ll keep doing it to? But no, of course it’s easier to blame the poor woman who took the bait.” I stepped closer to his desk.

“You’re insane. Even if I considered this… arrangement… people would see right through it. They’d know it’s fake.” “Not if we play it right.” His gaze was unwavering, unflinching. “You’ll be protected. Your name will be rebuilt. You’ll have resources, allies, and safety. In exchange, I get exactly what I need: the image of a stable man with a wife beside him.” “And my feelings?” i snapped with a breaking voice. “My life? Does any of that matter, or am I just a pawn in your perfect plan?”