Catastrophic Necromancer Novels & Stories

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

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.”

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

I just wanted to get far away from her. *Narrator's pov* Damien closed the door behind him as he walked away, the music fading away. He sat in his study room with a glass in his hand. He looked pale. His eyes looked swollen from crying, and his lips were red from the wine he had been drinking. He twirled the glass in his hand indifferently as he stared into space. The knock on the door pierced through his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. "come in" he said, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand.

'' Celia is a witch , Stella is fairy , Adam is Swordsman , Albert is spell caster '' the master said . '' What about that little girl ?'' asked Arthur . '' I am not a little girl , i am one hundred years old you fool , i can erase your existence from this world '' she shouted . '' Calm down , Noir is , her existence is closer to gods in this world she's the god , there's no magic or spell that she cannot use '' the master said . '' And what about you master ?'' asked Arthur . '' Me ? i am well a magician along with giants ability '' replied the master . '' She's the strongest here '' said Noir . '' Yes i have'nt been able to beat her yet '' said Adam .

It became a threat to the Royal Bloodline. Ever since the beginning of time, Necromancers are being killed because it was believed that the Lord of Shadows; the Destoyer of the World will be born as a Necromancer. By Royal Decree, Necromancers should be killed as soon as they are born. She didn't know how she was spared even though she is a Necromancer but she knew to her self that she had never been to the Akashia Village. She's also sure that the was not the one who was hiding in Cicila's previous village. 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.