Holy Necromancer Novels & Stories

A holographic map floated above the table, showing strange dark energy signatures moving toward their sanctuary from the north. “They call themselves the Eclipse Council,” Damien said, voice cold. “Ancient beings who survived the Lunar Rage by going into deep hibernation. Fallen angels, elder vampires, corrupted witches… they believe the world should be reset under their rule.” Serena’s hands trembled slightly. “And they want Liora. Her power is the key to their new apocalypse.” Kael slammed his fist on the table, cracking the wood. “They won’t touch her.” Damien placed a calming hand on Kael’s shoulder. “We need to strengthen our defenses. And we need allies. Old friends who survived.”

There was an apprentice necromancer who got banned in pursuing necromancy before that war even took place so he manage to escape the misfortune that befall those who practice the art of necromancy; bringing with him, the knowledge that he learned from his apprenticeship. "If you really need someone who knew about soul arts, you should look for him. I believe he even established his own sect back then. Although they no longer practice the deprive art of bringing someone back from death, awakening a dormant soul won't post them much of a problem." "Where can we find them?" As long as there is any hope for Monami's recovery, Niccoli will cling to it stubbornly. If there is any redeeming quality

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

Natalia asked calmly. The soldiers looked at each other before answering the queen. "We saw him, dear queen. He fought the demons and he was with someone." This behavior made Natalia frown. "He had a necromancer with him who was the reason why we won the war." Natalia was unable to speak immediately, especially after hearing the term necromancer. This is one of the terms that Wysteria fears. Everyone knows the necromancer and how dangerous it is. "How come he has a necromancer with him? A necromancer is a demon. Maybe you just made a mistake?!" Natalia hit her table and the soldiers hit her. They were surprised by Natalia's behavior.

The uncertain fate of our alliance with the Necromancers had rendered their presence obsolete, at least for the time being. As I conveyed my instructions, a surge of frustration and anger welled up within me. The Necromancers' betrayal still rankled, and I couldn't help but indulge in a bitter, mental diatribe against them. "Fucking Necromancers," I thought, the venom in my mind matching the smooth, fiery burn of the brandy as I sipped it. My disdain for them was palpable, a seething resentment that threatened to boil over at any moment.

He stared at where the portal had stood, jaw not quite on the floor. "I'm going to grab a can of soda, do you want something?" I asked, but it didn't seem like he'd heard me. I headed for the kitchen. Hunter followed me slowly, appearing in the kitchen doorway as I opened my soda. He had a look of concern on his face, or maybe it was uncertainty? I waited for him to say something first. I didn't want to rush this for him. "What are you?" he asked finally. I set my soda down on the counter I leaned back against. "I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you."

He tumbled along the ground and stopped motionless, lying like a broken doll. “No!” I didn’t even realize at first that it was me who had cried out. Was he dead? No, his soul wasn’t flying away! And even if it was, I would get it back. I was a necromancer, dammit. Rage and desperation flashed inside me, and my other half got the upper hand. Instead of banishing the devourers with my necromantic power, I immolated them with a stream of scorching flames. It didn’t really matter anymore, though.