Necromancer Isekai Novels & Stories

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

💉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.

THE NECROMANCER The chains clustered together when a slave was brought into the hall from the dungeons. That slave, no ordinary woman but a necromancer who was kept alive for this sole purpose, to revive the dead and create an army of nightcrawlers. The Queen had a wicked smile on her face as she descended the staircase from the throne and approached the woman in the black veil. "My dear, Elisabeth. You know what I want from you. Then why ask such ridiculous doubts and waste my time." Said the queen.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

“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.

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

“When did you learn this? I mean, isn't that one of the ancient swords of the cyclones?” Abigail caressed the smooth body and sighed. “I was given after the nightmare. Did I forget to say that I was sent into a torturous world filled with nightmare, I was killed and reformed after thousands of centuries.” Zeres immediately chuckled softly. “I can't believe thousands of centuries passed in just one night.” The air around them right now showed that the demons haven't reached them yet. Ezekiel had discovered that someone was puppeteering these demons to work and stop Ezekiel from entering Viscarria. His own City which he ruled as a permanent ruler.

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

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

Down the hill, a massive beast — scaled, its enormous head turning just enough for me to glimpse six gleaming eyes and a mouth dripping black blood — was charging into the battlefield. The voice spoke again, perfectly calm. “As I was saying… you now have four lives remaining.” “What the hell just happened?” I gasped. “You were just devoured by a Dreadfang, a very vicious predator,” the voice said. “You resurrected. Which means your lives have reduced from five to four.” I froze. “What happens when I lose them all?” The voice deepened, turning cold. “Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.”