Dragonborn Necromancer Novels & Stories

Draco POV: Tarbone ceremony is one of ancient method of witchcraft; except royal blood born witches all other witches are born mortal and age as time passes, because of which to stay forever young and protect their aging youth they often perform ‘Tarbone Ceremony’. This ceremony is also known as reverse aging ceremony since it is so powerful that it can instantly turn age of a 100 year old witch into 18 year old you and beautiful women, this ceremony is very hard to perform and required exceptional skill of dark magic because if it goes wrong it can end up with a horrible curse on its master.

“I guess part of me just knew you’d see something we didn’t.” Draven nodded slowly, his fingers tracing the seal of her House, a green dragon around the Aurelian crest. “I know what it’s like to be trapped beneath people’s expectations.” His words made my heart clench. He murmured, “You’re not like me, Nora.” “Neither are you, Draven,” I replied, swallowing hard. “I know,” he said, shaking his head. “But you were born into this disease. I was created in fear, a weapon forged in blood meant to hate each other.”

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

Ordinary thieves and assassins would not dress like this, of course, but the young lady likes to do what she can. The first-level spell 'Arachnid Walk' allows her to climb buildings like Spiderman, and the second-level spell 'Invisibility' allows her to sneak into the castle at night without being noticed. The second level spell 'Lightness' not only allows her to walk quickly without making a sound, but also allows her to easily turn off the 'Magic Alarm' and sneak into the residential area of the castle. Don't underestimate her just because she's a girl. A normal adult dragonborn is already as strong, fast and fit as a third-level warrior, and she's even stronger. And with her magic, she co

“The Dragonborns were once the most powerful of all supernatural races. They controlled fire and ruled with it. Provinces burned, people died… everyone feared them. Soon enough, their terror became unbearable as they grew obsessed with making every race bow to them. No one could stop them, until they flew into the territory of Werewolves to raze them down with fire. We stood to the challenge.” "Yes." Vaelora nodded. “I know about the war between the Dragonborns and Werewolves centuries ago.” “At least you know something.” Draekon said with a small smile, and she chuckled. He continued. “The war wasn't an easy one. In fact, we were losing. The DragonBorns had destroyed everything with fire, a

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

Whenever the former emperor saw him, he always had a look of displease on his face; it was as if he saw Marcus as a nuisance. At first, when he was younger, he longed for the former emperor's approval. Hence, he tried his best on everything. Hoping that one day, the former emperor would be proud of him. Unfortunately, all of those were only his wishful thinking. As Marcus was too different from the former emperor and exceeded on everything especially in magic, he realized that he was often compared to the former emperor. It became worse when it was disclosed how his mana was too immense and his potential was too high. That in a few years time, he could become the youngest archmage in history

The rotting flesh and exposed bone melted away, replaced by a towering humanoid figure cloaked in an aura of dark energy. The creature's eyes, once glowing with an unholy light, were now a burning, crimson red. Its features were sharp and angular, its expression one of cold, calculating intelligence. "What... what is happening?" I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. Elijah's eyes widened with realization. "It's not a creature at all," he said, his voice laced with dread. "It's a powerful necromancer, and it's been manipulating us from the start."

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.