Necromancer Comics Novels & Stories

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

His jaw is set, and I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. The telling of it was exhausting. Every detail—Hera’s visit, the curse, the reincarnations, the gypsy witches’ sacrifice. Kieran did most of the talking, his voice steady and factual, while I filled in the emotional gaps. Kael’s fingers drum against his desk. “What you’re saying is that we have the same enemy: the necromancer.” He pauses, his frustration evident. “But we’re no closer to identifying him.” “No,” Kieran confirms.

She couldn't believe Alpha Jones would say something like that. "They only want me. I'm very sure. I was with them few minutes ago until you pulled me out. They are just here to complete what we were doing in the other plane" the Mage asserted. He shut his eyes and turned his back at the dead. "They just want to suck my blood" he nodded. One of the decayed men reached for the Mage. Alpha Jones moved at him swiftly and cut him down. "One down, fourteen to go" he heaved a sigh of relief. "And for those asking, that is how you kill a dead body" he boasted.

The room smelled of stale coffee and the fresh scent of the lavender resting in a vase on the desk. It was an erratic, pulsing anchor. Jessica sat hunched over the mahogany surface, her hands steady despite the frantic tremor in her chest. Before her lay the parchment, partially stolen document, a relic of a different life. It had been passed to her by a man from her former assassin group, a ghost from a past she had spent years trying to bury. He had been a mentor of sorts, the only one who hadn't tried to kill her when she walked away.

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

He killed them all. It was never in his nature to take any prisoners. He thought nothing of it as he ran his blade across the necks of the young and old. Mercy was for humans and the things he killed were monsters. The smoke from the gun powder hung in the air heavily as Creed looked over the limp bloodied and battered bodies that lay on the floor. He counted them in his head noting that there was a family of six of these creatures. He stopped at five and then paused and looked to the end of the room.

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

Class:Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/50 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(R)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life} {Reduce the MP cost of all skills and abilities to 1}