Loop Hero Necromancer Novels & Stories

He said firmly, “Just eat her heart. It would be the same as drinking one gulp of purified Elixir of Life.” “You will die if you don’t,” the man continued. “My revenge is over,” Liam said calmly. “It is fitting for me to finally accept my slow death.” “But what if there’s another loop after this?” Orcenal suddenly asked. None of them would remember; heck, maybe everything would be even more different than this loop. And everything... would be in absolute vain. “Then I would see her again,” Liam simply answered. “I would go through each loop with a smile on my face and do my revenge over... and over... and over again...”

A few moments later, the healers did come, and before they could make an attack, I rushed towards them with incredible acting. "Heli! Heli! Help! Finally, someone I know!" I shouted. I kicked the spear she was pointing at me and clasped her hands together. I actually know every member of the healers. In fact, I studied every detail about them so I could use them to their downfall. Heli is not a healer with significance. She's just one of the lower knights serving under the subdivided troops of the healers. She's simply an average healer in the territory, and that's why she's a great candidate to make my plan work.

For Winona is only playing by the cards, and doing everything of what she needed to do and all according to HIS will and wants. “Well the, listen carefully.” HE then gave the detailed instruction. “Block that protégée’s eyes to foresee the future. Steal his eyes and erase those necessary memories and re-write something in exchange. For his future and life should be an alchemist, a kind of a necromancer, but only on the shallow part. All for the stage of his life in the final loop of seventh.” “An alchemist with a little mask of a necromancer. I see, that is kind of interesting. And the price?”

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

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.”

“Several of the insiders we found have been sent in from other branches.” “Is there any identification on who or what group we're dealing with?” Zacharias nodded and a screen behind him showed an insignia. It resembled the sun with seven rays. “We found this on all the bodies. It was burnt off but I've managed to restore it enough to figure it out.” He explained. Necromancer classes have the ability to restore corpses to a certain condition. But it doesn't give him the ability to bring back the dead. “The Mythos Guild, huh,” one of the directors grumbled. “We need to focus on strengthening our security.”

"Let me know if get something wrong, but I understand that the dimensions are almost like bubbles pressed up against each other. Well, that means that there is 'space' between them. Croc hunts by sliding through dimensional membranes, at which point he can basically reappear anywhere he wants. And somehow he can emerge just enough into this dimension to look around but not be easily detected himself, much less hurt. It's kind of how a crocodile sticks its eyes above the surface of the water, hence the name 'Croc'. But he can feel where the dimensional barrier is weak." "So what do you have for us?" Tarloh said, looking at Lothar. "And why exactly are you doing this? Field work has NEVER been

"Can he do that, I mean how?" "Necromancers serve as link between the dead and the living. I'm alive and human, but not the other creatures, they're not of the physical world and only a necromancer can take them there. What you see happening to your town is as a result of his coming, as he draws nearer so will the disaster get worse. So by the time he arrives, the remaining survivals will be annihilated by the abomination he'll invite to your world." "How do we stop him?"

"Lyra's just an ordinary Omega, she..." Elarah pulled out a silver, crescent-shaped pendant. It glowed with a mysterious light in the moonlight. "This is her royal sigil. She dropped it. Only those of Moonshadow royal blood can activate its power." The pendant pulsed faintly in her hand, and the ancient, majestic power it gave off made my wolf instincts want to submit. "Impossible..." I muttered. Elarah sneered. "And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!"

- **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods. **New Ultimate: Crimson Restoration (Soul-Heal Variant – Used on Remy)** - **Cost:** 500,000 HP/MP (Self-deducts; Regens via Crown) - **Cooldown:** 1/week - **Effect:** Target regens 100% HP instantly + permanent +20% max HP/VIT. Works on soul-damage/coma states (Pulls soul back from 90% lost states). Pack-wide if oath-linked. - **Flavor:** User's blood floods target's veins; "I won't let you go." (Unlocked pre-Remy heal; triggered by near-loss panic.)