Necro Book Novels & Stories

Even with Uneece's sadness, she looked mesmerizing: straight out of the painting. Nonetheless, Shiera continued to admire and stayed silent by the door. Meanwhile, Alexander rushed to his private library rummaging in his drawers, searching for the book that his deceased great- great grandmother left him. He was indeed mentally disturbed. The book he was looking for was about Lycan's soulmates. He knew their culture better than anyone but the words Uneece spoke of had him perplexed. His big fingers skimmed word-for-word. He needed to check twice.

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.

But I had no choice. Selene’s chant still echoed in my ears. It hadn’t been just any invocation. I didn't understand most of it, but I remembered one word in particular, carved into my memory like an old, ugly scar—Tenebrium. I searched through the archives for books on the forbidden arts, incantations and dark magic and werewolf curses in the hopes that I'd hit the jackpot on one of them. I found a thick, leather-bound book with stained gold letters—the book seemed to be glowing unnaturally, calling out to me. I sensed a surge, Nyra's presence and pried it open.

Inside, the air felt colder. Thicker. Like every book here breathed a little on its own. Some were chained shut with silver locks. Some had covers made from materials I didn’t want to guess at—scales, bone, darkened velvet. Alaric reached for one specific volume. Thick. Heavy. Black leather with a sigil embossed on the front: a circle surrounding a cracked mirror. “This,” he said quietly, “is the kingdom’s only known complete record on necromancy.”

Elizabeth said showing him the next page of the book that contained descriptions of the necromancers and drawings of a Celtic necromancer. “And that’s one of our theories of what could be happening here, to Crawley.” Thomas spoke with determination “we have our type of undead, we have three leads and time to figure this out”.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

Inside Baron Legro personal collection's I found a book called 'Hatred of The Dead' it's a necromicon, a tome of necromancer that teaches how to dwell in the art of necromancy. In Hatred of the Dead, the books teaches how to perform and make all sort of undead monsters, I planning to make and undead army for the assault and use that to weaken the Holy city, wont it be funny and utterly humiliating if undeads sprawled inside the holy land. I've decided to make the 'abomination' a level 5 Undeads that can infect and undead curse on anything that dead and resurrected them to be part of it's army, though abominations wasn't really a strong monster, but the curse it had was quite troublesome for

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

CHAPTER 78 - Amy “Necromancy is a certain type of magic involving communication with the deceased—either by summoning their spirit or raising them bodily. It is often considered sorcery or black magic as it goes against the natural order of things.” I rubbed my hands as I listened to Veti repeat what we had read about necromancy. It wasn’t anything that I hadn’t discussed with her a million times. But it felt different knowing that there is someone else out there with the same gifts, but she uses them for evil.