Novel & Cerita Necromancer Books Series

Not yet, when she felt so close to achieving the achievable. She turned to the books again while she laid out her own grimoire and traced a piece of each spell from each book into her own to make it anew. She dipped her quill into the inkwell and in her rush, knocked the tiny jar over. It spilled out and mingled with the blood of the crow before her. She grumbled to herself from frustration before she went back to her book again. "There is no other known knowledge of Necromancy anywhere." She sat back and pushed her oily hair from her face. "Any teachings that were done had been burned to ash." She tossed the grimoires away in a fit of rage. "How? How did they manage it?"

“Sure. Whatever.” She didn’t open the book in one go but stared at the title for a long minute, preparing herself or maybe re-thinking her decision to do this. This is pure black magic, talking to dead means you are dropping the veil between the living and dead and inviting the spirits to talk to you. “Necromancy is the darkest and the most dangerous of the sacred magics. Well, its death magic. Life. Death. The afterlife. These are not things to be trifled with.”

She imagined what it would feel like on the other parts of her body again. "Sil? Sil?" She snapped out of her thoughts though it took a little shake. "Penny for your thoughts". She smiled. "It wasn't something serious. Just random thoughts". "And you don't want to talk about it? Is it about the chimera?" He peered into her eyes. "No, no my love it isn't. I'm fine. What were you saying?" "Master Arcus left me a book, Magix of death and life." Sil looked at him wide eyed. "Isn't that the book about Necromancy?"

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

Then don't make him suffer anymore. With the first rays of the sun, Weiss headed to the bookstore, where-he knew for a fact-they sold books on magic under the counter. That is where he bought his son Rene's first necromancy textbook, "Notes of a Practicing Necromancer Alfred Lucius. My First Steps, Mistakes, and Improvements". Rene learned that book by heart, cover to cover.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

No statue of angels or gargoyles stood sentry near or around it, just untrimmed shrubs and towering trees that looked as old as time. Carved on the black stone were the initials E.R. It was meant to be unanimous to all who looked at it, but to the mage, he knew exactly who this person was buried six feet below. From his coat’s pocket, he fished out a booklet with tattered edges and dog ears. With a single sweep of his palm on the cover, the booklet grew in size enough to read the contents without wincing. It was the necromancy book. He flipped a page with the bookmark and then chanted its contents while shutting his eyes close.

Kenna Stayton- Erick’s mother and previous Queen. Lancelin Eustein- Incubus King. Mages- Immortals who can draw power from the earth’s resources and cast spells. Miaka Weller- Demon King. Nathaniel Eustein- Former Incubus King. Portals- Magical doorways between dimensions. Can occur naturally or be created by mages. Sanctium- A peaceful dimension where all the kings and queens of the Dark council reside. Neutral territory. Scribt- A servant/secretary who works for an Incubus.

She smiles as she is taken in amazement and fascination once more towards the grand library that stands with its fresh and finest beauty that is already standing with its glory right from the very beginning, and unto the first loop. “Calling for death.” Taken by the words that Jane just utters as she flips the pages of the book that she finds after falling right in front of her. She watches carefully as curiosity gets the better of her and flips the pages down to the specific chapter she reads. “The Necromancer.” Fully knowing who it is as she immediately looks at the book that she is holding, with the conviction and strengthen ideology that it was the same one. She walks forward, yet just e

“I wanted to know that my sister wasn’t gutted like a fish for no reason. I wanted to know that something good could come out of her death. But that is no longer an option.” “You really think a corrupted soul cannot be saved?” He asked, and I shrugged as I placed my cup down on the kitchen island. “Maybe I used the wrong word earlier. Corruption can be fixed. That sweet baby wasn’t corrupted. She was tainted. There is a reason Necromancy is considered dark magic, Uncle. Because once the soul leaves the body, it too starts to decay until it reaches the point where it can leave this realm and survive in the next.” I had read about it before when I was supposed to be playing Luna for Ryan, but