Disastrous Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Blake After leaving the advisors’ private library, Blake took Clarissa to his room. He needed his alchemy chest to create something to help Clarissa through the situation she put herself in. If she wasn’t careful in a place like this, she could lose her will. He didn’t want to see her become a mindless zombie for the glory of Righ. He held his arm around her shoulder until the door was safely shut. Then, he sat her on the bed and patted her head.

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.”

Sickly groans and yells left the corpses as one by one burst into nothing under the force of the searing light. The necromancer's smile twisted into a grimace of rage and shock. She stood from her crouch and I was aware of her shoulders shaking with fury. But it didn't matter. The necromancer took a step over where Idris lay collapsed on the ground. She smiled evilly in my direction and I knew what she was planning to do. Quickly I opened my mouth to scream again but as white light escaped my lips, she formed a black wall of smoke that cocooned her.

a mask of horror, they watched dispassionately as three corpses rose from the ground and began lurching toward the trapped servant. Even in the dim moonlight, they could see the decayed flesh and exposed bones of the newly raised zombies, each of whom had lain rotting in the ground for many years. Low growls rumbled from their hideous mouths as they stumbled slowly toward their quarry. The breeze carried a foul stench before them. “Bringing the dead to life is becoming easier,” the Necromancer said. “Now it is time to try a few tests.” He turned toward Viktor and nodded. The renegade wizard knew what to do. He raised his palm toward the nearest zombie and mouthed a spell. A beam of black ma

Ben smiled and nodded then said, “Yep, but he’s a psychic and every time you sleep with his daughter, he’s going to know what all you’re doing to her. What do you think about that?” Thorin cringed and said, “Oh, sweet Jesus. He’s going to kill me.” When they got to the other side, they came to the gate that Ben had seen in his dreams. They were met there by a tall man with long dark hair who said, “Hello Ben Logan. I am Lord Nicholas. Welcome to the North Woods.” Ben grinned and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again Nicholas.” As the ancient sorcerer returned his knowing smile and shook Ben’s hand, he nodded towards the entrance. “I believe you’ll find her watching the ships leave.

Apparently, her nose was functioning just as well. The whole scenario reminded the silver-haired girl of that scene in Grimm where the monster stole a guy’s sleep, and she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps, this one too wanted to do the same thing to her. She prayed desperately to anyone who cared to listen to wake her up from the nightmare she was in, but it was pretty obvious that everything was really happening. Live and colored. “You. Are. Mine, Nataleeee,” The creature growled, its makeshift mouth closing in on her neck as he breathed against her creamy skin. “All mineeee.”

I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling her face to mine as I breathed undiluted madness and despair into her. She wrenched her face loose from my fingers and screamed as she writhed in pain, falling forward out of the chair, making me move back. I stepped over her thrashing body while I looked down on her writhing body, as I squatted next to her. “Only you can stop the agony and despair now, just give me what I want. Give me the Fire Element or die slowly and painfully.” I chuckled as I stood up and walked away toward Antone. He was already waiting for me in the corridor outside his study. I could hear the screams of agony as I closed and locked the door of the study.

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

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.

I feel myself tense, my babies start to move in an uncomfortable way, and I lay on the grass trying to find a position that would calm them. As I look back to Caleb, I see him blowing more deadly fire at Ignitious, causing him to shield himself. I hear whimpers and my head snaps to the origin of it, there I see the necromancer I hurt, leaning to the big object, and pouring his blood into it. The symbols start to glow, and the strange object seems to react to the liquid by absorbing it. I watch in shock how the creature drains himself of his life essence to give the machine-like object, life.