Necromancer Comics Novels & Stories

“Say what you came to say.” Varian tilted his head. “The dead want you, brother. They want their Alpha back.” The ground shook. From behind the heirs’ army, the snow split. Bones clawed their way up. Old armor rattled. Wolves with matted fur and glowing red eyes pulled themselves from the earth. Necromancy. On a scale Malric couldn’t have dreamed of. A hundred undead stood between the heirs and the gates. Ryn cursed. “Gods, I hate magic.”

White nine-tailed foxes are bound to destroy the world if not destroyed. Her smile and heart were still not under my influence after killing all her family, after every person I threw her way and she loved, left her, she remained pure and beautiful, she was nowhere near evil like he would want to make her just to prove his point. She carelessly wandered on the fields. The beautiful face that, he, so much wanted to make his, never had any sign of hate painted on it. He had tried to destroy her soul over and over and over again. He had tried to darken her whole damn life. But all she had around her is brightness. And it infuriated Ajax more than anything in the world. It seemed impossible to h

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

'' Attenion , we have a recruit welcome him'' said she shoting throughout the whole guild house . '' Anew face i see '' said one boy , he had dark hair with blue eyes . '' Yes treat him well '' she said . '' What's your name ?'' asked he . '' I am Arthur '' he replied . '' I see , i am Adam i am a magician , what about you ?'' asked he . '' I am a human , i want to learn alchemy '' Arthur replied . '' Alchemy ?'' he questioned . '' You heard it right , i think he needs to form a party ''she said some people gaathered around them .

she asked, with furrowed brows and glistening eyes. “The moment we stepped in the cave” answered Hector, hoarsely. “Oh”… Among their useless chatter, David Crotina walked to the dead body of the stray and noticed a strange pattern on his neck. A circle, with a straight line piercing through it tattooed in black in ink. It was familiar. He had seen this before. His fingers traced it and he realised it wasn’t an ordinary tattoo. It was a spell. A shadow magic spell. “Alexis come over here!” David called.

The Trerth haven't been spotted in ten years, so we won't be the first to run into them,” the phrase within said as it moved ahead and followed the other henchman who was following Nelanian. Nelanian got to the point where he wouldn't speak anything in front of him, only absolute darkness. He'd never had enough for the watches to summon him, yet there was no other way for him to go away without his body. His mind was degrading from the inside out, and he was aware of it at all times. It was only a matter of time until he succumbed to his injuries. I decided a little prayer wouldn't harm, even though he wasn't religious. He addressed the founding figures of Alchemy, Cythis and Bevana, the ori

Nora, my assistant, stumbled in, so panicked she could barely form a sentence. I set down my files and handed her a glass of water. "Take a breath. Tell me what happened." She gulped the water down and finally steadied herself. "Alpha — the altar — it's been blown up!" My frown deepened. "The altar? Who did it?" "It was... it was Lucian Grey. He buried a bag of explosives near the altar. When the guards caught him, he kept demanding to see you."

A line that destroyed everything and sadly never gave the results people truly wanted or results that they never expected. It was a misnomer honestly. They shouldn’t be called life force mages. No, they should be honest and call themselves necromancers. Because nothing was born from their magics. People and creatures always died for the sake of some temporary gain that was never really what they wanted. It was an endless pursuit of disappointment and unhappiness. He didn’t understand it and he was too disgusted by it all to even want to try.

"Personally speaking, I've never seen him in action myself. But a lot of people have, and his record is impeccable. And he does all this as a Freelancer, and solo to boot. Although, being a Necromancer, he's not literally alone. I've been told he can summon hundreds at a time." "A Master Necromancer at the age of twenty-three. And handsome as the devil himself," Madam Josefa chuckled, apparently enjoying my father's sour face. "What do you want with him, Madam? If he's a Necromancer, it means his abilities are most likely runic and symbolic in origin, rather than mystic." Dad asked her, referring to Madam Josefa's clairvoyant abilities. Yes, that was something I wanted to know too. But of co