Novel & Cerita I Became The Necromancer Of The Academy

The moment I delivered Marvon to his first class, I didn’t know whether I should feel relieved or afraid. Mammon, who no doubt has entered the poor boy’s body, is the prince of greed. I can’t remember what he did exactly, but from what I have heard, he’s the one responsible for the downfall of the academy, which is the foundation of the hunters. Without the academy, there will be no more hunters, and without the hunters, the demons will prevail.

this academy is so lit, dumping us off with some sort of token and no steps on how to use it and then a guild master bribing us with food so that we consider joining his guild,"Thanatos said with an his eyes begin to lit up. I said it, he is not just unrestrained, he has screw loose, while does i only meet the less normal, the man thought to himself before putting on a smile that seems to be forced. "well the academy didn't dump you with the token, maybe you don't know this but your exam is not finished yet, you are only done with the preliminary exam, and has entered the school assessment exam, you guys saw students that are on academy uniform? " the man asked as Isekai nodded, he seemed to

I said quietly. Ivy didn’t look at me. “Because you weren’t meant to.” She stepped inside first. The deeper we went, the more unnatural it felt. The walls weren’t lined with wires or technology—they pulsed. Softly. Like veins. Like skin. HALCYON had created miracles. But this? This was necromancy. We passed rooms with locked glass: surgical chairs, vats of fluid, skeletal remains suspended in green light. One room held only a black dress folded neatly on a table with the tag: Nyx. V1.

Sera's breath caught hard in her throat. Ember Academy — Chapter 26: The Instructor's Truth "Instructor Renna." Sera's voice came out barely above a whisper, disbelief and horror tangled together in equal measure. "You're the one who was in that stairwell." Renna's face, illuminated fully now by pale moonlight through the chapel's broken roof, looked older than Sera had ever seen it, lined with something that might have been guilt, might have been exhaustion, might have been both combined into something she'd been carrying silently for far too long.

It was far from the depressing and suffocating atmosphere I had imagined. I spotted several other buildings with children yelling and running about. My heart thumped, and I placed my palm on it, letting out a breath as I gazed at the children. I felt a strong desire to partake in the activity going on, but I couldn't. It wasn't because I didn't want to, but I doubted they would let me. My name was Kelani Redwood, sixteen years old, and I found myself in this school, Mystic Academy, because I killed my father. This act triggered what was known as the 'Curse of the Lycanthropes,' though I barely understood what that meant.

“We will take a boat up the river.” “I’d rather portal,” I suggested. “Unless you have reason to take the slow way?” “A mage?” He reassessed me. “A Warmage,” I corrected. “Come along then.” When we stepped out into the courtyard, they paused, looking down upon my company of skeletons. “What the – are they?” The woman asked. “Skeletons,” the young man supplied. “Obviously,” she snapped. “But what manner of magic is this?” “I am a Necromancer,” I assembled the spell components and cast the portal. “Come along then,” I used the same words as the bearded man deliberately, with a sneer, and lead my skeletons through the portal.

It was all just going according to what I had planned. Now that Iago was under my control, I finally had a werewolf in Alpha Lucian's soil that was one of mine, thereby giving me access to being able to perform my necromancy without any disruption. Now that I had summoned the dead and had thousands of armies on my side, there was nothing that was going to stop me. Not Lucian, not Titan, not Grayson, no single person would be able to. I was about taking over the supernatural world. And now that I had come to Alphas Lucian's territory, and now have him bowed down to me, there was nothing that I could not do.

Liora had returned, watching my flank, her guilt bleeding into every strike. We cut through them. Until the center opened. And then I saw him. Aedric’s corpse still lay where I had left it days ago, pierced through the heart. But he stood now, behind it, reborn or reassembled, eyes hollow and wrong. Necromancy. Old. Forbidden. He smiled, lips cracked with dried blood. “You missed,” he said. I should have known death wouldn't be enough. He raised his hand, and the corpses of our fallen rose with him.

Alex called me but I ignored him. I swallowed my saliva to get rid of the sadness that was clumping in my throat. "I was the last Lycan to be killed-" "Caroline!" Alex grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at him. My gaze was still on Dad who was tensing up on the couch he was sitting on. "-who was killed by Theodore Brennan," I continued in a trembling voice. "Theodore? You mean your grandfather?" Mum asked in her soft confused voice. He looked at each of you in turn with a confused look. "I don't understand, what does that mean?"

While he was again in a good mood, I hurried to tell him one more piece of news, “Dear, while you were relaxing in the hospital…” “Relaxing? I was completely out of it for several weeks, Angel,” he snorted, but I paid no attention. “I did a little something. All exclusively to remove your guilt complex about the past.” “Well, tell me then,” Reive was obviously preparing himself to hear the worst. “I’ve opened a new Academy of Necromancy.” “You did what?” He didn’t understand.