Necromancer Hunt: Showdown Novels & Stories

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

He hesitated for a moment and then reached for my hand. I let him take it so I could get a read on him. He reports to the council, what is the council? That is strange… I wasn’t aware The Academy had a council. “Look I'm not trying to be weird, I'm looking to move up, away from Hunting into something bigger. I just need to know who to talk to after I complete this checkmate. You know this will earn me any title I want basically.” I said.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

Zade’s lips pressed together and I whipped my head to the side to watch him. That’s what I thought; that Nate had been promised a seat in the Council. “What then? Money? Land? Title?” Zade’s brows hunched down and his lips twitched in a grin that he was trying to hide. Just spit it out already. Zade was enjoying making me wait for answers- he really was the Devil's minion. “Nate will be participating in next year's Hunt,” When I tell you that my jaw hit the floor and clear glass-shattering sounds echoed in my head.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

She was also able to view the others. When Jalon saw a group of girls in the stansd, he began waving to them and occasionally blew kisses. Vandrad Stanier adjusted the belt running over his shoulder and connecting to his waist. He was donning a black grimoire with a vivid red diamond on the leather grimoire cover, indicating that he was more powerful than he appeared. “Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! There they are! Please help me Welcome the participants for the tournament of the Trials! “The crowd surged once more,” the announcer stated.

Barnes hadn’t given us instructions to start on anything, when my eyes fell onto the symbol on one of the tomes projected on the whiteboard. My spine snapped straight and my mouth dropped open, my ears straining with effort to catch up with what Mr. Barnes was saying. “...Of the darkest kind. This time is a high commodity in necromancy, due to its untapped power. One of the reasons why it’s been banned from being accessed.” Silence fell and Mr. Barnes' gaze fell into the back of the class. He released a long sigh. “Yes, Mr. Greene?” “So, what other reason has the tome of death been banned?” Luca quipped.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go