Necromancer Novels & Stories

"What of it?" "In the past there was a group called necromancers, they were vampires who discovered a way to become stronger through drinking the right type of blood" Raphael gave her a glance "Every being on earth has their own special blood, but drink that of a high alpha werewolf, and a noble vampire, it opens a whole new world of possibility" "What does a necromancer do?" Rebecca asked. "Dark magic, bring the dead back to life, some want to use its power to conquer the world, me, I want to cure the vampire curse"

"Personally speaking, I've never seen him in action myself. But a lot of people have, and his record is impeccable. And he does all this as a Freelancer, and solo to boot. Although, being a Necromancer, he's not literally alone. I've been told he can summon hundreds at a time." "A Master Necromancer at the age of twenty-three. And handsome as the devil himself," Madam Josefa chuckled, apparently enjoying my father's sour face. "What do you want with him, Madam? If he's a Necromancer, it means his abilities are most likely runic and symbolic in origin, rather than mystic." Dad asked her, referring

CHAPTER 78 - Amy “Necromancy is a certain type of magic involving communication with the deceased—either by summoning their spirit or raising them bodily. It is often considered sorcery or black magic as it goes against the natural order of things.” I rubbed my hands as I listened to Veti repeat what we had read about necromancy. It wasn’t anything that I hadn’t discussed with her a million times. But it felt different knowing that there is someone else out there with the same gifts, but she uses them for evil.

The image changed and it was a picture of what looked like a man with white long hair and glazed over white eyes. The words next to the picture were Warlock. I counted ten skulls under the word threat assessment. "Warlocks exist too?" I gasped. "The things of storybooks are not simply just myth and legend. Just because you don't see them it doesn't mean they are not there," he explained. "This creature cursed me," he said through gritted teeth and then he changed the image on the monitor again. "He cursed me to become this disgusting creature," he spat. I turned my eyes to the screen to see a big obsidian wolf with red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth. My breath caught in my throat. "Why d

“What do you mean?” “With the help of our Hybrid, we can levitate above the palace and come down through the chimney,” Jo explained without giving away too many details. “The force I intend to send in this way will be a small one, led by myself, but their primary objective will be to find and capture the Red Queen before she can escape through a portal.” “A portal?” another Vampire, a large, older man who looked like a stereotypical biker to Jo, asked in a heavy Slovakian accent. “Is that a possibility?”

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

That trick didn't work with necromancy. I realized why necromancers were so rare when I was a kid. Martha was an exception: weak power, strong self-control. What if the opposite happened? It did, all too often, and the magic poured out unchecked. Necromancy was no life magic. Necromancy produced randomly raised corpses, ghosts, ghouls and ghasts, vampires. What parent would let a zombie be their child's plaything? A fresh, recently buried corpse...