Necromancer Hunt: Showdown Novels & Stories

Crown HUD (new permanent alert, blood-red text): SEVERED CIRCLE – ACTIVE HUNTERS Status: 6 / 7 shards still intact Next projected Revenant manifestation: within 7–14 days They will pursue when you are not on protected pack ground. The hunt is mutual. I look at Remy, at Seras, at the valley sleeping outside the window. Thirty-eight pieces left. Six ancient sorcerers who literally helped write the rules of my power, now trying to kill me with them. Good. I always work better when the odds say I should be scared. Let them come. School’s Monday through Friday. Every other minute belongs to the storm. The Monastery of Mages and Wizards, Shambhala December 15, 2026 – 02:47 a.m. Himalayan time

The grave hadn’t only held Reive under the ground but also diminished his magic powers and didn’t allow him to restore them. Still, the necromancer had tried. All these years. Every time he noticed some warm-blooded creature run across his field, he fell upon it through the ground with the ghostly cords of the Dark, sucking out its life and magic in their entirety. They were usually foxes, moles or hares. Sometimes, when a human being came into sight, the necromancer tried to kill him, too. But the last time this had happened was so long ago that Reive didn’t even remember whether he’d managed to do it. Mages usually resisted, and only complete non-mages were helpless against Reive.

I can feel his shame, but I simply can't understand why James, even he, would betray me. "Great, now I have you both as a focal point!" The necromancer said excitedly. Immediately, I feel my energy start to drain. Strïth is fighting against these chains that bind us. "The castle is almost completely overrun," James reported. "Now you can keep your promise." His expression is serious as he faces the necromancer. "Go ahead, you know where to find it." The necromancer replied. The Orb begins to glow black and the pieces of bodies move, coming together and beginning to create yet another unholy creature, and it's stronger because there are threads of Shadow, Light, and Metal, sewing and joining

Among the minions in the Hunt, they’d have creations designed to hunt down anyone or anything at the command of their masters and mistresses. Alrick struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced. He could taste his fear. Suddenly, a Shining One pointed to one of the Magic users. Then the Hunt collectively pounced on all the ritualists. They tore into them. Tearing them apart. Blood and gore were everywhere. Gods, it’s a slaughter. The shock from the sheer panic Alrick felt knocked him back. He fell back. The last thing he saw was a Fae monster running towards him before everything went black for him.

But even as I fought, something primal surged inside me—a feral enjoyment in the battle, mixed with a desperate need to end this and take Heather home, safe. “Die!” I snarled internally, tearing through another shadow. Damon’s Lycan let out a furious howl beside me, and together we pushed forward, determined to find the source. Finally, I spotted it—the necromancer. A twisted figure cloaked in shadows, its presence felt like a black hole, pulling all light and hope into its void.

How could I possibly survive the Hunt? the females were quiet and bothered the males were happy and cheering sick.... Damien stepped forward then, his golden eyes gleaming with authority. “The Hunt is where leaders are born. Where strength rises, and weakness is cut away. I expect every warrior to fight with everything they have.” His gaze swept across the crowd. And for the briefest second, it landed on me. Not with concern. Not with recognition. But with cold expectation. Serena’s smirk widened as whispers swirled around us. I could almost hear their thoughts. She’ll never survive. She’ll fail, just like she always does.

This day will be remembered as one of the best Hunter Games since the late King's era. 'Ladies and gentlemen, the final hour is here, and only three contenders remain for the last round. Get ready because I'm sure we're in for a big surprise as the Hunters compete for the Moon trophy. Listen carefully, Hunters. Your last challenge is to take the orb shaped like a full moon. You'll find it hidden in a chest, guarded by the scariest monster Damaris has ever faced. The Eldritch Chimera!'

They held a young boy hostage in their hands, while the boy's face looked battered. "They are the black shadows," I heard a voice, which I suspected to belong to Reed. "They have the same power as a necromancer, just that their own is deadly." Reed chittered in my ear, and I could feel the fear in his voice. Ignoring his speech, I crack my phalanges, fold my fist, and get ready to face the three beings. I am closer to victory, and I won't allow some puny being to stop me. The sight of the young boy they are holding hostage is enough to fuel my wrath towards them. Not wasting another second, I charged at them. T.b.c

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

@dog_food_cicada__: "Ok! for the people who want context. Here you go: Recently, There was a collaborative hunt organized by the Green boards. Four major clans took part in it: Clan Gaia, Clan Ghost Ravens, Clan Phoenix Gods, and the White Clan as well. However, none of them anticipated that this would be the most embarrassing hunt of their life. Apart from these clans there were several individual and clanless parties also joined bringing the total of 157 hunters. Now the interesting part is that one of those clanless parties was called 'Eye of Rha'. I don't know exactly what this party was thinking but on that day they were out for blood. There were a lot of things that happened that day.