Male Necromancer Art Novels & Stories

(Bina) “Really?…now that is an improvement…” I never ever fathom such turned of event happened while I were gone. Truthfully, on contrary to other people perceptions, to me, Necromancy is not that much of an evil and vicious art at all, to me, it was just like any magic in Fantasma, it operates using Mana which is the same as any magic, but then again, when it includes reanimated something that dead back to life, it does rather repulsive to accept and say that it just like any other Magic arts. But logically speaking, Necromancy is just another branch of magic, and also, just like any magic which is a tool, what important is the person that uses that magic arts who determined whether it was

I stood whilst my squire and page tied on my armour, looking out at the force that stood against us. “They are less than we thought,” I said, rolling kohl between my hands to blacken my fingers. I smeared my fingertips across my face, from eye to eye and then down from eye to jaw. Narayan, my squire, looked over his shoulder at them. “Not much of a challenge,” he agreed. I offered him the kohl and he placed the marks of a necromance on my page Tiryth and then himself. “Mankind soldiers. Outnumbered and outclassed.”

"We always wondered why the Moon Goddess didn't strike him down. We wondered how a wolf could poison the earth, torture Elementals, and twist the laws of nature without Her intervention. We thought perhaps She had turned Her back on us." Elder Horne leaned forward, his cane clattering against the desk. "What did you find?" Thorpe pushed the book toward the center of the desk. It showed a grotesque illustration: a circle of runes carved not into stone, but into something organic. Something white and porous. "He isn't just using technology," Thorpe choked out. "He is using necromancy. He has created a blind spot." Fennigan frowned, looking at the drawing. "A blind spot? How do you blind a Godd

“For once, pay attention to what I'm saying! You should not be concerned about me; if I allow them to push much further, the residents of the town will be in danger. Now go get some assistance, and I'll hold them off... GO! RIGHT NOW!” The sight of the enemies made Nelanian tremble. One of them was wearing a leather-covered grimoire across his chest, meaning he was either a Lorth or a Yulcite. Lorths and Yulcites practiced magic that needed them to repeat incantations and spells in order to cast their magic, hence they carried their sacred scriptures with them when fighting. The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

Seraphina turned her head in the direction of it. She didn’t recognise the man who was speaking. “I want them all dead, Seracian, Phina, especially that little brat of theirs. I don’t care what you have to do, poison, slit their throats, burn them! As long as they die.” The unknown man ran a frustrated hand through his hair and turned to face Seraphina. She sucked in a panicked breath though, he did not appear to notice her. His face was not a familiar one though, the serpent marking on his face was. He was a De-Buccleuch. *Seraphina felt a fire begin to burn within her.

But well, there's no such thing as freedom in my vocabulary, only strength prevails and also fear, because I'm addicted to the smell that fear brings to beings. I have some preferences, to satisfy my sexual desires, I love to torture some pixies because they are smaller, their wings lose their shine and their fear smells sweet. They are considered fairies, with a developed female body, but their size is no more than 1.30m. Sometimes the Necromancers ask me for someone in particular, and so I do the job of buying the person or hunting them down and bringing them to them. I don't care what happens to these beings, as long as the Necromancers pay me on time and pay me well.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.

He whispered and I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. “He is feeding off the souls that he is killing, Arturo.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The man is using dark magic to grow stronger by their souls.” “Sienna, what are you talking about?” He asked, trying to process what I was saying; however, my vision blurred as the effect of morphine made my head spin. Taking in the situation, Arturo shook his head and tightened his arms around me. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, making Arturo curse under his breath before he put his arm under my knee.