Dragonborn Necromancer Novels & Stories

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

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.”

" Hi, I'm Drystan. A Fallon by specie and magician by profession. Allow me to join your journey to the Elven kingdom,'' that young guy introduced himself along with his interest. I was about to decline his interest but stopped when I saw him performing the strongest spell of necromancer. " That's the reverse spell of summoning magic! It's very hard to perform and only the strongest necromancer with an abundance of mana can perform!" Martina mumbled under her breath as we both stared at Drystan in shock. Moving his hands in circular motion, creating a large rotating mechanical clock, Drystan chanted the spells and a bright light shot out if the mechanical clock.

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

Zaira had given it for the very reason, a reminder which will never let me forget her and her betrayal. My hold on the mug’s handle tightens. She not only left me bereft and almost on the cusp of death but made my dragon recede. Now, he doesn’t respond to my summoning no matter how long I continue the ritual. I am glad that I have my siblings who care. My parents, not so much. Gulping down the scalding hot liquid, I decide to meditate. I need to calm my thoughts and help Clyde to not make the wrong choice. I can guess the reason behind his wariness, but unlike me, he is not unfortunate, he never has been.

“I see the future for what it is! I see a powerful future for us and I see a future where just the name of our pack shall bring fear on people, where we would be worshiped and the envy of others and I shall not hesitate to deal with anyone who tries to hinder this plan!” Loud cheers resounded at his words and I didn't blame even the werewolves who cheered and hooted this time. “Come on here, ”David said, beckoning me toward a smaller clearing. I walked up to him robotically. “Alena here is a hybrid of a sorcerer and a vampire. The first or her kind to have survived, you have seen her powers, you have seen how powerful she is. It is what you get for deviating from the standards and it is the

This was actually happening! "Next full moon, do the spell twice." I nodded my head vigorously. "Since you're buying a double batch this time, we'll even give you a ten percent discount." She smiled, her eyes glistening. I didn't care what it cost. I was willing to go into severe credit card debt over this. There was nothing more that mattered to me than getting my wolf back. "What about three times?"

The ancient witch said as I looked at her seriously. "What?" Ducan asked seriously. "The reason you asked us how everything was going was because you wanted to send one of us there. So choose me. I have no family behind and my slave may show attachment to me for now but with time he might decide to go for a human master or lover. I'm stronger compared to all generals and I have lived longer too. Furthermore, I know how to protect myself and which creatures to tame as well as those that are dangerous or not. My dark magic is exactly what some creatures there fear and serve." She said, then stood up as Ose and Oni did the same.

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss