Holy Necromancer Novels & Stories

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

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

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.

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone