Hold Me Closer Necromancer Novels & Stories

"Grab the queen! She has to have a way!" The shout spread through the crowd in an instant, catching and multiplying. "Right! She gave up her lifespan last time! She can give something else now! "Her body's still here. If she's divine, that body has to carry some kind of power!" They surged forward like lunatics, fighting over my corpse. "Take it! Use it as an offering!" Their faces twisted as they spoke, their eyes glazed with madness.

Should I release the nectar for them to save my friends, or try to fight my way out? Once again, I close my eyes and search deep down for my power. However, I didn't find it. It was like the powder had latched them. Besides, if I managed to fight the two of them and trick them like I always do to all my enemies, what about my friends? A necromancer's curse can't be nullified unless the spell caster itself invalidates it. Let us assume I release the soul nectar, which also serves as my own heart that I used to breathe. That means I will be dead.

As he smiles all proud of himself. “One by one I took them out, every other week so no one would come around.” He remanence taking his silent kill not by brute nor by a scam, but a brain that is mightier than a sword. “I used every piece so no one can tell as there will be no evidence left to be checked.” He ended as the mold is in utmost perfection. Hearing a muffling sound as glee enveloped him, he smiles, calling. “Nii-san!” TO THE MIRROR THAT SHOWS HIM THE FUTURE OF THE PUPPET HE NEEDED TO DRIVE CRAZY AND IN HIS WAY OF WANTS. HE SMILES AS HE WHISPERS. “THE NECROMANCER.”

Perhaps she is finally seeing that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. I know shadows, darkness, and death have always been a part of my life. I’ve never feared any of it. I’ve used the shadows and darkness to hide in plain sight when I’m on missions. I command the shadows to teleport me where I want. I can manipulate them to bend to my will. I'm a necromancer. I play with death by stopping people from dying, bringing them back to life if necessary, and even taking their life. My ability as a necromancer allows me to remove souls directly from their bodies. It’s why I get the complex missions.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

"Brother, what has troubled you?" He looks to his front and the tension in his body becomes evident. "This is not possible… here?" He says in between gritted teeth. I look around and pull Meadow behind me, preparing myself for any danger to come. "Aen, what is happening? Are the necromancers near?" I ask. He turns around and gives me a painful look, then he shakes his head and looks towards the front of us, where the wind creature waits scared as well. "I smell… I sense… My… My Anima Alterum…"

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.”

His voice touched her soul as the tears of joy started streaming out of her eyes. THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO HIDE NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO CRY NO MORE, COME BACK. I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME. (YOU ARE THE REASON) A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, JUST A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, COME A LITTLE CLOSER, I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TONIGHT. I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN,

Class:Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/50 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(R)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life} {Reduce the MP cost of all skills and abilities to 1}

Inside was a girl with dirty clothes lying there. Ivan's eyes turned cold, he reached out and squeezed Jennifer's throat. Jennifer was breathing fast, why was this man so cold, his hand was like a scythe of death that was close to her neck, could squeeze her to death at any time. "Please forgive me," Jennifer whispered, feeling her strength disappear, her throat aching. Is she about to die, why is her body getting weaker and weaker? Ivan squeezed his hand tighter, making Jennifer's already white face look terrifyingly white.