Necro Book Novels & Stories

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

The blood moonstone has always been with me right from the start and I was just too blind to realise it. It all made sense what the nemesis said. Fight the darkness with light. Find the key to the light. What Agnom had told me that night too. Born of the mighty, comes good and evil. The evil shall rise but the pure will wipe away the evil. Mom knew too the entire time too. What she wrote behind that book. She wanted me to find it because she was sure I will know the truth of the words too. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

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.

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

Suddenly, I wasn't the disgraced woman they pitied or hated, I was an untouchable walking beside the beautiful, terrifying psychopath who had just proved how little he cared about laws, manners, or human decency when it came to me. He squeezed my hand where it rested on his arm because no one would look at me funny again. Not that night, and definitely not on any nights that followed. And in my chest, all I could whisper was... Isabella, look, we made it. ─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Age 38 | Necro Circle | Chicago The Necro Circle roared like a starving beast. I stood in the balcony above the cage, arms crossed, jaw locked, blood boiling while underground animals pounded on the metal fencing below, chant

"I’m fine." I stopped in front of the desk. "What are you reading?" I asked. Nico placed his hand on the cover of the book. "The Ledger," he said. My stomach twisted, the Ledger, the book of debts. The reason I was here and the reason my father was gone. Nico noticed my reaction, he picked up the book and held it out to me. "Open it." I hesitated. "Nico..." "Open it, Elena." I reached out and took the heavy book.

“Necro-wolves don’t die the way the rest of us do. Blood Rot took Rook’s pack, but it took his wolf first. He’s been running on instinct and rage since. What you did in the arena? On this floor? That wasn’t death.” My throat goes dry. “He stopped breathing.” “His heart stopped,” Kain corrects. “For six seconds. Then two seconds. Necro-wolf flatline. It’s a defense mechanism. When a Necro takes lethal damage, his system shuts down to prevent trauma. No brain death. No soul death. Just... pause.” Rook grins, sharp. “Told you. I wasn’t going to reject you, hybrid. I was going to make you beg to be mine. Still am.”

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With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.