Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

She said as I angrily stood up. "What!" I screamed at the top of my voice. She quickly took a few steps back and got to her knees. "That time when the late demon king was killed, I had to use the book and three of my forms to cast a few spells. That book had great powers that even I couldn't fully acquire. I had to sacrifice nine of my lives in order to use the spells. One spell I had used was specifically for the map that led to where the late king was killed." She said.

I frown, trying to understand what he means when my eyes widen as his hand reaches for his neck and he rips his throat out gruesomely. Tatiana gasps and I pull her into my arms, cupping the back of her head to bury her face into my chest so that she doesn’t look at her father's dead body. He was really an arsehole. A powerful surge of power shifts into me and I feel stronger knowing the Alpha King title has been automatically returned to its rightful owner.

"What does the necromancer offer them?" "Immortality," I answered, my fingers tightening on the parchment until the dry hide groaned. "The Dark Master knows the elders are terrified of the High Council's purges and the loss of their ancestral titles. He is offering them the ultimate temptation: direct infusion of pure Eclipse necrotic flesh-magic."

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

And I’ve been the sidekick. No, that’s not entirely true. I am not the person I was. I've travelled too, I but I haven’t walked as far yet. I was just a musician, struggling to be normal in a mundane world. Now I am the Necromancer, the commander of an army. Not Aiden’s army, but that of Blackmarsh. He has his Goddess, I have Blackmarsh, and I serve it as he serves her. I’m still working out what that really means.

"And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…"

He only heard an evil voice full of venom, “Forget about Angelina! Suck out the rest of her magic while she’s still alive! You still have time. Do it, the Dark upon you! She’s as good as dead anyway. Kill her and destroy them all! All who dared to stand in your path. All who dared to challenge Reive Eridanus. Be the one whom I killed! Be the Undead King, not an inglorious sissy destroyed in a weakling’s death!” The necromancer shook his head, looking again at Biellendevir, who had sunk his teeth into a griffon that was trying to attack him; he lifted the beast high above the ground, biting through its spine. “To me, Biellen!” he shouted, throwing forward a wave of the Dark. The dragon folded

The wizards had refused to serve him in life, but in their quasi-death they no longer had a choice. When he had awakened enough of their power, the Necromancer changed his spell. His voice grew louder and names began to appear within his incantation: Tomas, Viktor and Andre, his three black waziri lieutenants. Reflexively, he almost included Josef, but caught himself before uttering the name.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

She was a mystery, a cipher, and I found myself wondering what lay beneath her enigmatic surface. I materialized at the clearing where I was to meet with Blaze again to finalize our deal. The scene unfolded with a sense of ritualistic precision, the Necromancer Soldiers appearing in a neat line, their dark forms standing rigidly at attention. The air was heavy with anticipation as they parted, the two soldiers in the center stepping aside to create a pathway. I expected Blaze, the King of the Necromancers, to emerge from the opening, his imposing presence commanding the space.