Lone Necromancer Wiki Novels & Stories

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

She couldn’t think about that at the moment. Hundreds of eyes—the majority of them the golden-tinted gray of the undead--focused on her as she approached the map, something not all of them would be able to see so she’d have to be descriptive in her language as well. “All right,” she said loudly enough to get most of their attention. “Thank you all for being here. I see we have some new faces in the crowd. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jo McReynolds, and I’m leading this mission for LIGHTS. I’m grateful to Lucas for joining forces with us today.” She gestured to the Souled who was standing to her right, and he gave a small wave, an inconspicuous smile on his handsome face. “We reali

Cornered by the intensity of his feelings, he appeared to despise himself for being the slave of passion and quelling the dark tyranny of despair, he gazed up at the soaring dragon which seemed to be on a rampage burning everything in sight while Jeremy and Morbius evaded its attacks. Taking in a deep breath he redirected his gaze back to evelyn gently placing her on the ground, it seems he was going to result to using a forbidden power that had almost killed him as a child, necromancy. It didn't matter to him, he was willing to do and take any risk to protect Evelyn.

"Or did I just finally figure out how to be free of you?" The corrupted wolves around her shifted, waiting. Their eyes were black voids, just like hers, but somehow hers were worse. More aware. More hungry. "This is necromancy," Raven breathed beside me. "Advanced necromancy. Someone's puppeting her corpse—" "Not someone," Lydia interrupted, her voice layering again with that wrongness. Multiple voices speaking at once. "Something much older. Much more powerful. Your little witch brain can't even comprehend what I am now."

The Fae man says. “No, we are not.” Knox replies. “This girl is our future. Our chance to produce a stronger race, a fiercer race. The humans are killing us while we hide in the shadows. I say it’s time we rose up and took back what is ours. With this girl, I will make a race of Lycan’s, a new breed of Wolves that will herald a future for us.” “And how do you propose to be more successful than her current mates?” Elder Mab asks.

“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

"What does the necromancer offer them?" "Immortality," I answered, my fingers tightening on the parchment until the dry hide groaned. "The Dark Master knows the elders are terrified of the High Council's purges and the loss of their ancestral titles. He is offering them the ultimate temptation: direct infusion of pure Eclipse necrotic flesh-magic."

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.