Hold Me Closer Necromancer Novels & Stories

He thrived on the way I said his name, on the way I trembled beneath his fingers, on the control he held over me like I was a string he could pull at any moment. “That’s it…” he murmured, voice low and ragged. “Say it. Let them all hear it. The dead, the living. I want them to know who you belong to.” I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But instead… I moaned. I hated that part of me. The part that was addicted to him. The part that bent—not just out of fear—but out of something else. Something darker.

I snipped the rose cleanly at the head, allowing the bloom to fall onto the table with a dull thud. “Good,” I replied. “Those cards are for family members only. If outsiders use them, they lose their hands.” Luca instinctively pulled his hands into his sleeves.

I looked behind them and smirked coldly. He was still standing at the same spot. For a moment, I saw the Zack from my memories. The boy who had smiled at me with a bouquet of red roses, promising to love me forever, and kissed my cheek after scoring that winning goal. The boy I had spent years believing was my soulmate. And the boy who killed with his own hands. “And here comes the swarm of bees with the queen bee showing her a**hole.” Cathy whispered in my ear; her voice was filled with venom and disdain, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Well, you know, king, prince, knight… Anyway, all the same to me.” The necromancer suddenly stopped, grasped my arm and drew me close against himself. His palms held my waist, pressing me against his thighs, making me feel his heat and interlock with him like two flowers with stems entwined. “And what about this?” he said much more quietly, and his lips suddenly became burningly close.

She was a mystery, a cipher, and I found myself wondering what lay beneath her enigmatic surface. I materialized at the clearing where I was to meet with Blaze again to finalize our deal. The scene unfolded with a sense of ritualistic precision, the Necromancer Soldiers appearing in a neat line, their dark forms standing rigidly at attention. The air was heavy with anticipation as they parted, the two soldiers in the center stepping aside to create a pathway. I expected Blaze, the King of the Necromancers, to emerge from the opening, his imposing presence commanding the space.

But when she averted her eyes to look at them, they faded to reappear again, almost invisible and out of focus, on the periphery of her field of vision. "I simply had to distract you with my talk long enough for me to regain my strength for this body to take one last action." "Why?" It was all Wilkud could say. "For what purpose?" “Because I too am one of those necromancers who sadly cling to life. I know what I am and I cannot change that; I don't want to change it. I will cling to what little semblance of life I possess as tightly as I clung to Herwin's neck when I strangled him to death using a spell. Because I have seen what awaits us after this fleeting mortal world. "

Trample all the light from his life, crush him just like he had crushed every good thing in mine. My head spun in this muddle of distaste and dread and the faintest flicker of hope that things are working out my way for the very first time. The hold of our lips broke. Relief left me in a stuttered breath. Every cell in my body was pulling back, repelling away, because deep inside they knew I shouldn't be this close to him. But I had to suck it up and go with the flow. Sucking in a steeling breath, I pried my eyes open. He was staring back at me, dazed and breathless. His hand still gripping the back of my neck, his nose almost touching mine from the closeness.

It snaked up her sides until when the smoke reached her hands. She cupped the dark substance and pulled it into a ball at her chest. Idris crouched and readied himself to attack the necromancer but I felt my heart beat faster at the sight. The dark necromancer pulled her hands apart then motioned as though she was shaping a black orb then pointed it in Idris's direction. "Noo," My legs began to tremble as I watched.

He took his phone out of his jeans and put on a song that always helps lull him to sleep – The Ocean Waves by Shigeru Nagata. The last thing in his mind was Ava's ocean blue eyes staring up at him before slumber claims him. ----- "Together," I say before I kiss Ava. She slowly unzips my jacket and helps me take off my winter outer. This is crazy. We are in the back of her car, and we're going to do this – unprotected. Ava moved her lips to my cheeks, my jaw and then she settled on sucking my pulse point, making me lose my coherent thoughts.

“I’m… I’m already—” “Let go,” he whispered. “I want to feel you cum on my hand.” Her body tightened. Every muscle was straining. Every breath was catching and every sound was trembling out of her like she had been holding it in for years. Then she broke. Her climax hit hard—an uncontrollable rush that ripped a loud, and desperate moan from her throat as her body clenched around his fingers. Her thighs were trembling, and her hips were grinding helplessly as he guided her through it, kissing her softly.