Dragonborn Necromancer Novels & Stories

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

“Right, how can I worry when I have a doctor with me?“ Benna asked, a deep laughter escaping his lips, and then turning to me, he said, ''You know you came at the right time, Yezus. Casino consession will be in a month, and I really want you to be there beside me. I know you think that I am hurting you, but someday in the future, you'll see that all that I am doing is for your own good.“ My own good? I wanted to spill out that question. How was that for my own good? It was for his own good, for goodness sake! I was just there to show the world that he was an angel. Even though he got rid of my mother and uncle, who were werewolf enemies, he still felt sympathy toward me and took me in with t

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

[Chaotic Dragon Magic-Enhancing Black Blood]: Transform your blood into chaotic black blood, enhancing the ability to conjure magic and make mana flow through your bloodstream, enhance your mastery, proficiency, and effectiveness at the time of casting magic. [Chaotic Miasma Breath]: Gather deadly miasma within your throat and release a powerful breath attack of pure miasma, which can disrupt other attributes and cause unhealing wounds. [Draconic Eyes of Chaotic Disruption]: Unleash the power of the Chaos Dragon through your eyes, causing a disruption effect to any attribute other than Chaos within a five-meter vicinity of your eyesight. [Mana Mastery]: Enhances your ability to utilize and c

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

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.”

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a n

I tell Fred and Tim, before walking off, heading towards the door, leaving out. I have waited seventy years for this and I'll be damn if I let Draven take this kill from me. I wouldn't call Draven an enemy, but he's not a friend neither. When my father disappeared for days, I thought that Draven's father had something to do with it. So I went to their land with a group of Lycans and started killing every vampire in my path until I got to Draven. We fought and we were pretty evenly matched, but the venom that I use to change humans into Lycans, that same venom weakens the vampires. So after one clean bite, he went down.

I asked. "A type of dark mage who made pacts with malevolent entities for power" Eldric explained. "They feed on suffering and chaos. The more pain and fear they create the stronger they become." "So the mage has been orchestrating everything to create suffering" I said. "Not orchestrating" Eldric corrected. "More like taking advantage of existing chaos. The Northern nobles created political instability. The Shadow Guild created violence and fear. The Shadowborn is feeding on all of it and growing stronger."

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”