Necromancer Comics Novels & Stories

The mastermind. The one who ordered the undeads to transgress into earth were supposed to have a huge amount of mana, almost like him. However, he didn’t sense anything like that from the army. Suddenly, he saw a glint from the corner of his eyes. He turned to see an arrow speeding at his direction. Luckily, he managed to catch it before it pierced straight into his head. He frowned when he saw that arrow, which was made by sharpened bones. “Everyone, I will be leaving for a moment.”

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

“It’s magic definitely, and I don’t recognize it. But you’re right, it’s a warning. Have you noticed how quiet it is here? Now movement or sounds of animals. Whatever the magic is, it keeps everything out.” “I don’t like the idea of other creatures using magic like this. But April, your idea that an ancient vampire is here might not be far off. I’ve heard stories that the true elders can cast magic like witches. Only their magic comes from death and decay. While ours comes from life and growth.” “Are you describing necromancy?” “Sort of. Maybe a form of it. The stories weren’t clear on that part.” “If that’s the case, we’re in serious trouble. Why would a nature spirit work with a necromance

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

“You haven’t experienced your first full moon yet. Well, I'm glad to meet you. It's the first time I've seen a Werewolf. We can help each other. I hope you understand what awaits you soon? If not, then I'll tell you. His voice flowed bewitchingly soft, enveloping from all sides, forcing to obey and listen. Vic somehow detachedly perceived what was happening, the necromancer can command only the dead - those whom he himself resurrected, the inhabitants of Reeta should not be subject to him. And he's not dead at all. Vic forced himself to shake himself. But the sorcerer's voice has not ceased to be less bewitching.

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

"Did you really not have to kill anyone to gain your power? Like for Necromancers in general, not just you." His question caught me off guard. Why was he stuck on this killing thing? Did they all think we were a bunch of mindless killers? "John, Necromancy isn't something you can buy. It's something we're born with, and I've never heard of a Necromancer taking a life - at least, not outside of the war." He still had that calculating look in his eyes, but our time was up. I watched his dad and the other figures take aim, raising their arms and pointing in our direction.

I've heard about them but I know that they're kind is hunted with a vicious ferocity. Necromancers are humans who teach themselves the dark arts using sacrifices. My brain is running in overdrive as they begin to join the dots. The wolves. My wolves. Lucas must have been attacked and the necromancy must have killed my wolves. They can control the dead. What if Lucas and I weren’t poisoned? What if it was something more deadly? You can’t put anything past their kind. My heart begins to pound and I hear another pair of footsteps. Then I feel someone crouch down, putting their face near mine, “I can smell your fear. Your blood is pumping like crazy.”

"We have to find a way to break the necromancer's hold over the undead, no matter the cost." I nodded, my own determination burning bright within me. "But how?" I asked, my gaze shifting nervously towards the distant sound of the approaching horde. The necromancer's crimson eyes glinted with amusement. "You will never find a way to stop me," it said, its voice a low, guttural rumble. "The undead are mine to command, and soon, this entire world will be under my rule." It raised its hand, and the air crackled with dark energy once more. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons ready to face whatever onslaught the necromancer had in store.