I Became The Necromancer Of The Academy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

“Alchemy. You are into alchemy. But the only species that aroused your curiosity is not in your world. Hence, you enrolled in Transylvania Academy hoping that you will be able to find the species here in the academy, wherein it is a neutral zone for the three worlds. You are testing your luck like you always do for about hundreds of years now.” Seeing that Merlin remained silent, Cent continued. “Necromancy. You have hidden it well for hundreds of years after seeing in the records that no wizard nor witch had that power a century ago. It was only recorded a few decades ago when you started to blatantly show your talent. You are showing it on purpose, hoping that it will attract the attention

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.”

“No, your brother didn’t tell me, but I’m glad you told someone before you left. I know because you are like me when it comes to feeling the need to prove yourself to the coven. We are powerful and vital to the coven’s survival, so everyone places us on a high pedestal. I had to master necromancy in order to become a necromancer. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t even something I had to do, but I did it to prove myself to the coven, Death, and myself. I know you and your brother feel that same need and the burden that comes with having power. Why do you think I gave you your own war scythe? I figured you might need it. So, tell me, what's going on?” “I came to the music academy because there is

This is Judy Ben Mor, reporting live for Inter-kingdom News," The castle gates slowly closed, as the media outside the castle wrapped up their coverage. They were going to cover the public viewing of Rhaizen Gale's body at The Ithea Academy of Alchemy. THE ALCHEMY ACADEMY OF ITHEA Four of Ithea's five candidates sat in a classroom, glued to the news on a large screen in front of them. The lecturer turned off the monitor just after the king and queen returned to their palace. He shifted his eyes back to the candidates, allowing them time to contemplate the information they had gleaned from the press.

Barnes hadn’t given us instructions to start on anything, when my eyes fell onto the symbol on one of the tomes projected on the whiteboard. My spine snapped straight and my mouth dropped open, my ears straining with effort to catch up with what Mr. Barnes was saying. “...Of the darkest kind. This time is a high commodity in necromancy, due to its untapped power. One of the reasons why it’s been banned from being accessed.” Silence fell and Mr. Barnes' gaze fell into the back of the class. He released a long sigh. “Yes, Mr. Greene?” “So, what other reason has the tome of death been banned?” Luca quipped.

And there, I scour ancient tomes and scrolls, learning more spells that might come in handy when my quest for revenge starts. In my dream, my fingers will dance over different parchments, tracing the arcane symbols and incantations of long-lost spells. Caius also provided me with seers, monks and alchemists. And because they are being blackmailed by the vampire prince, they are forced to share their techniques with me — all poultices, elixirs and enchantments. But handy techniques and skills are not the only things I peruse. I also worked on my skills of using powerful and potent spells, like that powerful sleeping spell.

“I can control them.” He laughed, the sound echoing across the eerily quiet campus. “I’m the king of this place,” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. For a fleeting moment, a grandiose vision filled his mind—him, ruling not just the campus but the entire country, commanding an army of the undead. But he brushed the thought aside, shaking his head. “First things first,” he said to himself, strolling leisurely through the campus. Zombies parted before him as if sensing his dominance, their groans low and deferential. Akin whistled as he walked, enjoying the strange, twisted power he now wielded.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

And another. "No," I breathed, running to the window. In the courtyard below, students were emerging from their dorms. But they moved wrong, walked wrong, their bodies caught between forms. Silver spread across their skin like an infection. "She didn't wait," Rowan said. "She's already begun." The academy was transforming, and we were trapped inside with hundreds of students becoming something unprecedented and uncontrolled. "What have I done?" I whispered. Zephyr's hand found mine, his touch electric with shared power. "Not you. Them. But we're going to fix this."