Necromance Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

"I wouldn't say that for sure." "Why? Is there actually a way to increase necro?" "There is, in fact I'm working on that right now." "How?" "It isn't easy, it requires a painstaking and long process of strengthening your soul. it is called soul cultivation." He raised his pointing finger, "Soul cultivation is a process of strengthening your soul in order to utilize the necro inside you better, strengthening your soul will help you control your necros, which will help you become stronger." "Why is that?"

I let out a rather loud groan and then allow her to enter. “Ash, I understand that you don’t want to talk to us right now, but while Natalie is with the master, we need to think about the war that is about to occur. We need to start finding people that will help us, though that isn’t very helpful because we can’t see anything, and we also need to start training people how to kill monsters and a way for Cooper and myself and any other normal human being to be able to see these horrible creatures.” “I wouldn’t call them horrible, they are worse then

I asked. “This means, Grace, that this is a hybrid composed of various demons. Some evil people had torn apart different demons and then used dark magic long after their deaths to fuse them together, creating this terrifying creature, a product of the foulest form of dark magic known as necromancy.” Daisy’s words changed the whole atmosphere of the room. A chill spread in the room. "I've never seen anything like it. This is some next level dark magic." Xander whispered, it felt like he almost whispered it to himself.

" I exclaimed in exasperation. "Yes, it is... Necromancy is a forbidden art and considered evil." Ishtar replied and sighed. "But there are still practitioners... They haven't been exterminated. Anyway... You have a great connection with Soul Stones, the good and the bad... For example, you could sense if someone was using a magic item made from a soul stone. You could identify a Necromancer, as they disguise themselves among the various realms to escape being hunted. You could be used to walking around places to be forced to identify if there is a stone in a stone mine."

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

"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

"Oh for fuck sake. No. It's not a hybrid otherwise I would have said that it was a hybrid. Fine, I'll be blunt. Some mother fucker ripped various daemons apart and then stuck them together with vile magick long after they were dead. Do you understand now?" A horrified gasp rippled around the room as the Elders hurriedly conferred amongst themselves. "Wait... but that's…" Ann began tentatively, wishing on so many levels that she was wrong, but knowing deep down that she wasn't. "Necromancy. Fleshcraft. Whatever you want to call it." Lexi hissed as she interrupted Ann, "It is the most despicable dark magick that exists. I will say this though. If Narcissa did this, then she is far more dangero