Necromancer Book Bg3 Novels & Stories

~ KATALEYA ~ “Necromancy is one of the deadliest abilities one can possess. One that no one on this earth should ever have been given access to. It doesn’t just raise the dead. It twists the very basis of reality. It callously tears at the veil between life and death. Those who practice it aren’t just summoning spirits. They, like Mama said, rip the spirits from eternal rest, warping their very essence into something vile and inhumane. The dead do not return as they were, but as hollow, tormented shadows, bound by the twisted will of the necromancer.”

His body, which had appeared to be under the control of this mysterious figure, was now back in his hands. "Curse you and your machinations! I won't let you corrupt any more lives. I'll put an end to your reign of terror." Rafe cursed. The man examined a bag of old books he'd brought back from Singapore. It took him a long journey and a long process to find the book's location. "This grimoire, it's the key to eradicating your presence, saving her from a fate she doesn't deserve." "God, I'm exhausted from all this." Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time.

In the following time, Christine only fed the centaur twice a day and read those precious books from the time of the Nesrur Empire in the library of the Mage Tower. These books were left behind by Kahn specifically to enable someone with the talent to become an arcane practitioner. Although this elementary knowledge was common in the ancient Nesrur Empire and accessible to any apprentice, it was something that legends of that era could only wish for, but could not obtain. Even this rudimentary knowledge is the crystallization of the wisdom of the great archmages of the ancient Gnysriel Empire of Magic. It is not something that a present-day mage can deduce and complete from the scattered inf

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

Deadly. “…Bloodsnow,” I said. The creature chirped again—happily this time, like it approved. A voice whispered from nowhere and everywhere at once: “Well, Alaric.” I nearly jumped out of my clothes. “Will you ever stop sneaking up on people?!” “Pardon me,” the voice replied smoothly. “I simply enjoy the moments before you recognize that I’m here with you.” I rolled my eyes. “What now?” “Congratulations, Alaric. For passing the first level. You’ve leveled up.”

The corridors of Blackspire Keep whispered voices of old demons trapped in the obsidian walls, murmuring the names of those who had fallen before. Kael ignored them. He'd grown up surrounded by ghosts. The further he went, the cooler the air became. The fire veins along the floor dimmed, replaced by the pale glow of enchanted runes. Few dared to walk this far down it was the part of the keep reserved for the royal bloodline. When Kael turned a corner, a voice spoke from behind him. "Back from your little adventure already?" Kael didn't stop walking. "You've been spying again, Arion."

To a hidden passage. "Here," he said, pressing a stone. It swung inward, revealing stairs. We descended. The chamber was massive. Shelves lined every wall. Books. Scrolls. Artifacts. And in the center, on a stone pedestal— A book. Leather-bound. Ancient. Pulsing with dark magic. "The Grimoire of Bonds," I breathed. Marcus nodded. "Everything she knew. How to create them. Break them. Control them." I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched leather, pain exploded through my arm.

I asked. He hesitated, but I pushed my claw in deeper, grabbing on his arms, pulling hard. "Argh! Stop! Please just stop!" He pleaded. " If you want me to, then you better start talking!" I warned. "They said his name is Malcolm, a powerful sorcerer from the south! They said he was so powerful he could hide himself under the shadows of the night, so no one would know when he would attack. He always caught his victims unaware." He paused, then continued.

With my pup now safe, I can fight back. I gripped his hand and pulled it from my throat. As I felt my warm blood roll down the cool skin of my neck, I let the cold shards of my black magic enter his skin. He screamed and stepped back so that his body was no longer pressed up against mine. Keeping hold of his hand, I turned around to face him with a deadly expression plastered across my face. I pushed out with my power, forcing it to roll over him. He growled and hissed and dropped to his knees. The black smoke whirled around us both, like my own personal tornado. The thick black mist shrouded us in darkness, blocking out everything else. I could no longer see the trees and the shrub, or Cole