Necromancer Lich Novels & Stories

Not spared by the brutal stirring up of people-becoming brute animals, already snagging their claws preparing to gnaw their daggerlike canines at me to quench their thirst for cursed human blood. The extreme torturing gush of what’s happening crippled me. Breaking every inch of my left groping hope and stripping me of my deserted sanity. In a somber blink, searing tears killed my sight, leaving me with a terrifyingly obscure vision. But I cracked a mute void of life chuckle only the Gods above and whatever almighty creator who created every breathing soul could hear. ‘At least I don’t have to see the ballistic faces of these already growling wolves around me. For a mome-‘

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

Exactly the kind of scene I hated. Father stepped closer toward me. “You humiliate us enough already with your existence. Now you’re embarrassing yourself publicly too?” “I’m just here because.. “Because you’ve become desperate,” Nora interrupted mockingly. “Honestly Lilith, trying to seduce the Alpha? That’s pathetic even for you.” “I’m not trying to seduce anyone.” “Oh please.” Nora rolled her eyes dramatically. “You think we don’t see what you’re doing?” My throat tightened painfully. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Say what you came to say.” Varian tilted his head. “The dead want you, brother. They want their Alpha back.” The ground shook. From behind the heirs’ army, the snow split. Bones clawed their way up. Old armor rattled. Wolves with matted fur and glowing red eyes pulled themselves from the earth. Necromancy. On a scale Malric couldn’t have dreamed of. A hundred undead stood between the heirs and the gates. Ryn cursed. “Gods, I hate magic.”

Silence descended upon the war room, heavy and suffocating. Liam’s eyes flashed a dangerous, primal blue: the bright luminescent hue of his Lycan form threatening to break through his human restraint. "He’s cornered, unhinged and moving toward a Sovereign relic he doesn't understand." "He understands enough to know it's a power source," Anna said softly. Her amber eyes narrowed as she swiped her fingers across her sync-pad, mentally pulling up the classified blueprint schematics of her mother’s hidden vault deep beneath the Bloodmoon Citadel.

“It's not yet housing life, so it's not dead.” “Then why it's withered?” “It's not withered,” his father voice is frustrated, and sigh the deepest. “It's just we are not yet strong enough to saw through it's real form. It's not withered place,” he turn to the dreaded part which lycan's biggest horror. “It's just that it's hidden... and only the highly being saw through its secret. And you...” The bloody youth gasped, realize the unbelieving. “No way I'm great, father...”

“For once, pay attention to what I'm saying! You should not be concerned about me; if I allow them to push much further, the residents of the town will be in danger. Now go get some assistance, and I'll hold them off... GO! RIGHT NOW!” The sight of the enemies made Nelanian tremble. One of them was wearing a leather-covered grimoire across his chest, meaning he was either a Lorth or a Yulcite. Lorths and Yulcites practiced magic that needed them to repeat incantations and spells in order to cast their magic, hence they carried their sacred scriptures with them when fighting. The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

"Or did I just finally figure out how to be free of you?" The corrupted wolves around her shifted, waiting. Their eyes were black voids, just like hers, but somehow hers were worse. More aware. More hungry. "This is necromancy," Raven breathed beside me. "Advanced necromancy. Someone's puppeting her corpse—" "Not someone," Lydia interrupted, her voice layering again with that wrongness. Multiple voices speaking at once. "Something much older. Much more powerful. Your little witch brain can't even comprehend what I am now."

“It will give off a correspondingly weak trail. Besides, only Viktor remains of the black waziri—well, he and his apprentice Jordan. After losing his three other lieutenants and two of their acolytes, I do not think the Necromancer will be too keen to risk Viktor by sending him after me alone.” Leesa realized that what Dominic said made sense. The Necromancer was the power behind all this, an evil being somewhere in far away Romania she had seen twice in her dreams. An involuntary shiver shook her body as an image of his hideous, hairless countenance rose in her brain. The Necromancer was working to break the seal between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It was his power, t