Necromance Novelas e Histórias

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

“Jamie figured it out, and Cassidy was able to get into my head and set me free.” “Did she… do anything… too horrible?” “Holland? No. She just kept me from going after her. We had planned to wipe out all of the Vampires in the world at that time. We were calling in Annihilation. She knew that, and obviously, that didn’t work with her plans. So she found a way to get into my head and make sure it didn’t happen. Until Jamie found out what had happened, and Cassidy went into my brain and forced her out.”

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

"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."

She paused. Then opened it.". The air shifted immediately — colder, denser. From the shadows, her warlock advisor emerged. "My lady…" he warned. "You vowed once never to open that book." "I never vowed," she said coldly. "And besides… losers make rules." She turned a page — blood-red text exhaled onto the parchment, vibrating with forbidden power. Necromancy. Soul merging. Harvest spells that derived strength not in sacrifice… but in bondage. "I will obtain a vessel," she spoke softly. "And I will feed this plague something new. A hunger that is beholden to me."

Even if she was the best in her field, Alaric's words made sense. "Alright… I will teach you Necromancing… but… you have to create an army once you learn it." "I don't want to learn that shit… I am not a cult member who would perform a ritual for shitty things like Necromancing. It consumes a lot of power and soul. I have no strength to deal with it…" he shook his head and poured himself a glass of bourbon… "If you don't accept the offer, we might kill that little human you seemed interested in…" Adna threatened Alaric.

this is what our researchers have deemed to call it. A madness of sorts that consumes the minds of those of the living, and this fever causes them to yearn for those that are in the land of the dead" she replied. "People that are alive, your normal wolves would want and yearn for their relatives and loved ones that are dead and live in hell now" said Queen . "Madness fever gives them the ability to crack the barrier and to gain access. As of now we have several in captivity and are undergoing further research. We do not know what that has to do with the prophecy though" she added

“Yeah for real I know nothing about that thing.” “Then what are you going to do?” “Start to look for it. And use it to heal Amber.” Dawn said. Dawn drank her wine and said, “you know there is another way Amber can be healed.” “What other way?” Ashley asked as she looked at Dawn. Dawn didn’t answer immediately she took her time as she stared ahead and then said, “have you ever heard about the necromancers?” Ashley gave her a nod, “Yeah I have, all I know is that they are rare, rarer than the purebloods. And also that they come under the vampires.