Necromancer Lich Novels & Stories

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

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.”

She placed their limb bodies on an altar. The air pulsed with an eerie energy as the necromancer began her ritual, tracing patterns in the air. Whispers of ancient spells filled the room. Candles flickered as magical energies intertwined, drawing power from the void. As the chants grew louder, a ghostly light filled the room. The necromancer, acting as a bridge between worlds, reached into realms beyond death. The boundary between life and death trembled, and Lilith's body twitched as if guided by invisible forces. The necromancer's voice, with its haunting melody of ancient tongues, reverberated through the chamber.

I watched him look at me as he fixed his gesture. "I have big respect for Nature and Human law. In this Netherworld, it's obvious that only the Human law defunct. A universe without law spawns chaos and with law, there is order. Instead of saying that there are two worlds, I prefer seeing it as the same world divided into half. A line between the Netherworld and the Nemesis, One is familiar and one is meant to be hidden. If I have the right to choose, I will erase that line myself and let Nemesis overrun the world. My mouth agape with happiness. I see now, him studying Philosophy was not a waste of time after all; he has a tremendous respect for the Human Law because he was able to understan

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.

“You…You…You’re one o-of them?” “If by one of them you mean one of the only two lycans that currently exists in this world…then I am. I am the man my kind is trying so hard to impersonate.” “B-But…” “Today…I really didn’t come here to f*ck or breed anyone…but you’re special…I could’ve sensed it since the very moment I walked in. If one of them had ever touched you before I got the chance…they’d have been killed, and if I come back to this place and hear that you have been touched by someone other than me…even if it was against your will, you will die along with them.”

I stated, gesturing for him to move forward. Dominiko moved forward with caution. His eyes scanned the scenery in front of him. I knew there were warriors scattered through the trees and watching him. As he continued to move forward, his head snapped in the direction of movement. "Lycan!" Elara hissed. She was one of the covens top warriors, known for her potent hexes. She could tag a target without looking. It was a gift from the moon goddess for her great sacrifice. Gifts like that were only given to witches who made the consecrated vow.

He hid his most valuable artifacts and gave the remaining ones to his friends from the Thieves Guild, asking them to deliver the items to Limdor. Bags of luggage were lying near the necromancer's headboard, and he planned on finding a horse outside the city wall. Maybe it wouldn't be the best, but any would do. He was a good rider and could handle even an unsaddled mount. If your life might one day depend on a skill, you were bound to become an expert. On the night of the fifth day, Rene was rudely awakened by somebody shaking his shoulder. The sleepy necromancer's first thought was I'll kill you, then raise your corpse, then kill you again. And I'll make it painful.

In an upside-down position and their legs latched on the ceilings, their white canines with elongated down their necks were visible as the red monolith. "I'm dying, I was poisoned battling off a dozen packs of Lycans sent after me by the council, I need to touch the crystal of truth to live," He said wincing his brows in pain. He knew the risk of coming here, there was a chance he wouldn't make it out alive, after all, he had abandoned them a long time ago, in search of vengeance, breaking his oath to the ancients. "You gain nothing killing me, I'm more useful alive than dead. Besides your precious creation is already out fulfilling your greatest desires.