Necromance Novels & Stories

I keep my voice just as low as his, but for the first time since starting this game, I genuinely feel scared. “It is an Ahuizotl. Otherwise known as the water dog. The Aztec legend spoke of a man who lured people to their deaths and transformed into a water dog to kill them. It is a crafty creature and one that is going to be difficult. Zane tried to convince me to use it, but I didn’t think it was an innovative idea. Although it isn’t impossible to defeat, it is extremely difficult. I thought about using it for the final boss, but Zane and I both agreed to use a Lycan.”

Aislen frowned. “Corpse hair,” Connery replied mildly. “F-k me,” Aislen’s eyes widened, and she flicked a look at Stella and Bianca. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “Necromancy,” Stella confirmed. “One of the forbidden arts amongst almost every coven due to it’s dangerous and rather dubious nature.” “Only as dubious as the practitioner,” Connery corrected. “Focus on your own spell,” Meguitte replied without looking up. “And allow me to focus on mine.”

Liora had returned, watching my flank, her guilt bleeding into every strike. We cut through them. Until the center opened. And then I saw him. Aedric’s corpse still lay where I had left it days ago, pierced through the heart. But he stood now, behind it, reborn or reassembled, eyes hollow and wrong. Necromancy. Old. Forbidden. He smiled, lips cracked with dried blood. “You missed,” he said. I should have known death wouldn't be enough. He raised his hand, and the corpses of our fallen rose with him.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“Go away, Ava. I don’t want to argue with your brother about how to treat you right. He doesn’t even know your capabilities.” “Wilder, please…” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hera Ava leaned closer to him. That is her full name. But people like to call her Ava or Hera. Whatever they like. Just like her brother Hades Avery. A gasp caught their attention. Their eyes landed on the girl who entered the room. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed. “What the hell, nerd? Don’t you even know how to knock?” Wilder removed the arm that was wrapped around him. He kept looking at Fertine.

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

She placed their limb bodies on an altar. The air pulsed with an eerie energy as the necromancer began her ritual, tracing patterns in the air. Whispers of ancient spells filled the room. Candles flickered as magical energies intertwined, drawing power from the void. As the chants grew louder, a ghostly light filled the room. The necromancer, acting as a bridge between worlds, reached into realms beyond death. The boundary between life and death trembled, and Lilith's body twitched as if guided by invisible forces. The necromancer's voice, with its haunting melody of ancient tongues, reverberated

(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

Well, I am not sure, to be honest, what would be worse, to be dead or to be a bloodsucker. “Oh gosh, Malleteagan, sometimes I wonder, do you have a working brain cell in that pretty head of yours? You have a brain of an ogre. No, we don’t want you or your dogs to become part of our perfect and divine race. I suggest that we who possess the necromancy powers cloak the warriors who are not dead or do not have necromancy abilities with the cloak of necromancy. We can try with a small sample of warriors, and then we can advance with bigger groups if this works?” Nexelex and Thersar smirked at his ogre remark: idiotic blood and life-sucking leech.