Necromancer Jokes Novels & Stories

The whispers turned into a roar of mockery. "A pet?" "He’s not even smart? He’s just a tax write-off?" "The Montgomerys own him!" ​I looked at the paper as Jax stepped closer, shoving it toward my face. My eyes scanned the lines, the dates, the signatures. My heart stopped. But not because of what Jax said. ​I started to laugh. It started as a giggle and turned into a full, melodic laugh that stopped the crowd cold. ​"What's so funny, Chloe?" Jax snapped, his smile faltering. "Your secret is out. You own him. He’s a fraud."

Ghost comments. Unfortunately, I know what show he is talking about, but I’ll stop it. Ari and Ghost flirt back and forth. As the first wave of humans begins to cry out and fall to the floor, I stand up, leaning down over the glass railing. Ghost comes up next to me, laughing his ass off at the pain of the humans beginning to OD. “You know, Ghost. I ended up becoming a necromancer since you last saw me,” I state casually. “That’s cool. I remember you were so pumped even though I’m not sure I still believe in that type of mythical shit. So what, you can kill people better now and send them to death faster?”

Necromancer? "She can raise zombies, talk to ghosts and other dead, and she can heal the undead. Useful to have around. She's our primary conduit to Jeremiah." "Which one's he?"

“I thought it was rather punny.” I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Wonderful. I have to deal with two men who like cringe jokes,” I complain unhappily. Why can’t men tell normal jokes for a change? Do they all have to be dad-jokes? As soon as I spot Jay finally coming around the corner, I follow along and wait for him to notice the Sorcerer next to us. Jay gives me a confused look, then shifts his attention to Bucky. As the two of us meet up with Jay at the cabin, Jay asks, “is this lunch or the Sorcerer?”

"No, it's just a summon. I'm a necromancer." That was surprising. There weren't a lot of necromancers among Mages since it was one of the most difficult classes to master. And I could tell this guy was already a Master, despite being so young. You know those stereotypes of necromancers being old men or creepy-looking cult leaders? Well, it's because mastering necromancy takes decades, or if you take shortcuts it takes a toll on your body and mind. Unless you were especially gifted, which I suspect this guy is. The air around him fairly sizzled with power despite his efforts to hide it.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

"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.

The two of them jumped at Jayden and he dodged their attacks, he threw some attack at them as well but they were two and he was one. The two combined their powers and attacked him together however this time Aiyanna and Lucien came before them and stopped the attack. Norm and Gus both looked at them and Norm asked, “Who the fuck are you? Huh? You are not a guardian, neither vampire, or a werewolf.” Aiyanna smiled and said, “actually we are a kind of vampire, we are popularly known as the necromancers. Their eyes widened when they heard that and Gus said, “so, they are not a myth they do exist.”

Well, I am not sure, to be honest, what would be worse, to be dead or to be a bloodsucker. “Oh gosh, Malleteagan, sometimes I wonder, do you have a working brain cell in that pretty head of yours? You have a brain of an ogre. No, we don’t want you or your dogs to become part of our perfect and divine race. I suggest that we who possess the necromancy powers cloak the warriors who are not dead or do not have necromancy abilities with the cloak of necromancy. We can try with a small sample of warriors, and then we can advance with bigger groups if this works?” Nexelex and Thersar smirked at his ogre remark: idiotic blood and life-sucking leech.

Mesta returned. Mecael's muscles tightened around me. "I'm not a fan of summoning the dead. How do we call it…?" I replied without much of a reaction. "Necromancy." Mecael offered. "Yes that one." "But that's performed only on dead people,right?" I pulled away from Mecael to look at Mesta. "Of course and as I said, I am not a fun of it." "But…your mom isn't dead." My heart dropped.