Catastrophic Necromancer Webnovel Novels & Stories

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

“Where do you plan on finding Antonella?” the headmaster asked as we head out of the headmaster’s office. “The Seven Table Milieus Executive is going to resurrect the Grand Arch Wizard, so they will gather at the place where black mahò is strongly concentrated.” I hypothesized. “The Crooked Forest, where the black dimension is continuously getting bigger,” the frantic William said. Since earlier he was restless and wanted to follow the milieus immediately, but he knows it would be impossible by himself. He does not care of gets caught but what he is worried about is not being able to save his sister.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

I ask as Caleb is still studying what to do. The creature bows again to me then talks. "Human and Vampyre Necromancers have gathered together in wasted, dead lands. They are summoning creatures and opening gates to the other dimensions, bringing hounds and other creatures to this world. Their play on the forbidden arts is tearing the delicate fabric that protects this world. They are led by an unknown being who had injured the princess and tried to manipulate my God to use its help. Blood magic was used on her, and she has been unconscious for a long time." He held quiet and I turn to look at Caleb. 'We must help them, I heard enough folklore to know necromancers are not good news. I feel li

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

"*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.

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.

He closed his eyes and pronounced barely audibly, “My victory is bitter when you’re angry, little one. But I won’t yield.” The necromancer pursed his lips and concentrated. He kept stroking his fingers over the lacquered surface of the wooden armrest. “The time has come,” he whispered. Visions of the possible future appeared before his eyes. It was the future he planned to construct now, as he had hundreds of years ago. Hills flooded with the blood of his enemies, the Dark storming over the continent, submissive and obedient to him. And hordes of the undead ready to conquer new cities. Ready to expand Aldenor’s territory to infinity.

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

He tumbled along the ground and stopped motionless, lying like a broken doll. “No!” I didn’t even realize at first that it was me who had cried out. Was he dead? No, his soul wasn’t flying away! And even if it was, I would get it back. I was a necromancer, dammit. Rage and desperation flashed inside me, and my other half got the upper hand. Instead of banishing the devourers with my necromantic power, I immolated them with a stream of scorching flames. It didn’t really matter anymore, though.