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.

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.

Alpha Dane uttered but was interrupted by Grimes, who spoke but for the first time since their exchange began. “Alpha, calm down,” he said, his hand reaching for Alpha Dane's shoulder and giving a squeeze. “This is the royal palace and the man before is us is no ordinary man.” “Do you expect me to sit back and let him…” once again. Grimes interrupted. Shaking his head, he said, “Beside being the country's second in command, he is a lycan. Don't overlook that, Alpha.” **** At the hospital, Ophelia remained laid flat on her back, eyes closed but her consciousness slowly returning. The nurse watching her checked on her pulse and vitals, and she then wrote something in her notepad before leaving

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.

It’s like my Lycan has vanished. “Come in me,” She cries, picking up her pace. “Come in your mate. Fill me up and breed me.” I shake my head but that haze, that hollowness, it’s taking over, it’s overwhelming what little fight I have left. “Breed me.” She screams again. “Fill me with your pups.”

They might not be pleased to see me with complete limbs again. "Fine! I'll just rip your necks!" I yelled like a madman. There are only a few healers remaining, and I am confident that I can deal with them now since some of the lycans are distracting them. I stole another spear from a healer and used it to stab them with the death they deserved. "Die!"