Novel & Cerita Necromancer Lich

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I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming. “Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust. The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack. They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century. And they were about to do the same thing to me. Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how m

"Yes, it is very real. Did you find someone who made you react like that?" The heat crept up my neck, tightening my throat. I locked my jaw, refusing to look at her. "It was just a midnight encounter. But afterward... everything feels wrong." "Like you lost a loved one, right?" I gave a single, tight nod. "Yes. And I don't know how to meet her again. I have no name. Just her features." Martina stood up, the softness vanishing from her face, replaced by the sharp authority she usually reserved for the council. "You are the Lycan King of the twelve districts, son. If you want to find a wolf in this territory, you can."

The necromancer turned his head to one side, thinking. “So far, nobody.” It seemed that the shadow sighed. The next moment, steps echoed from around the corner. The necromancer snapped his fingers, and the Sepulchral Shadow went into the wall, turning into twilight-trembling flashes of chandelier light. “Oh, Earl, here you are!” Livia said in a fruity voice. “To be honest, I’ve been looking for you.” The necromancer turned his head to her and narrowed his eyes, “Really? What for?”

“He would experiment on them with spells, potions, and surgeries. If they died, it didn’t end for them. He would bring them back to an undead state. Then hide them until he was in the mood to attack something or someone. Use them as throwaway fighters.” Jessie couldn’t help but gasp. “I’m sorry, but a Lich is like a mage or Druid then? I don’t know what’s a Lich?” “Think of it as a mage who’s tried to become immortal. They don’t become immortal. But they use magic to keep their body and soul active. They lose part of themselves when they die. But the magic keeps the rest together. The magic must have maintenance, so these creatures become paranoid about thieves and assassins. They guard them

"We have to find a way to break the necromancer's hold over the undead, no matter the cost." I nodded, my own determination burning bright within me. "But how?" I asked, my gaze shifting nervously towards the distant sound of the approaching horde. The necromancer's crimson eyes glinted with amusement. "You will never find a way to stop me," it said, its voice a low, guttural rumble. "The undead are mine to command, and soon, this entire world will be under my rule." It raised its hand, and the air crackled with dark energy once more. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons ready to face whatever onslaught the necromancer had in store.

I barely make a sound but just to be sure, I also activated a spell that will ensure he won’t be able to smell or sense me. At the bottom of the grand staircase, he turns right, toward the old museum annex I’d once helped design. It’s filled with relics and curiosities: swords, banners, magical artifacts, even a petrified lycan’s paw. But he doesn’t seem interested in any of those. Instead, he kneels on a display rug and removes it, showing a thick, iron-banded trapdoor that leads to the basement. He then unlocks it with a key hanging from his necklace.

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

He stepped between us to pluck the ring from Avery's fingers before she could slide it on. He studied it, turning it every which way, even holding it up to the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. "How did he manage that?" "Manage what?" I asked, a sinking pit growing in my stomach. "I told you my magic is based around Earth, right? Well, metal and gemstones are as much a part of earth as plants are. But what I see here is - I just can't figure out how a Necromancer could possibly produce a Witch's spell as intricate as this."

he hissed. "Maybe she is immune," one of them replied. "There is no such thing," Vasilik hissed back. He took hold of my head and closed his eyes. I tried to shake him and the other two vampires away but it was of no use. "Nothing," he hissed and took his hands off me. I heard a loud growl as Nikolai tore through the woods in his wolf form. Thank Goddess.