Necromancer Novels & Stories

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

On another occasion, Azael challenges the boy at the entrance (who keeps watching us) to leave double the money on the table above it, and he does, but because of the way he looks at us both with So much hatred, I know this doesn't end here -Your turn, Grimm. -said the player on our right to Azael. He looks at his letter, and then mine. And curses. He takes his letter and places it on the table, finishing the round. It's a seven. -Wow! It looks like we're going to have another test! Or do you prefer to double the money?- he asks Azael maliciously. He looks at me and I don't know what to do, a feeling of fear takes over me.

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

Whenever the former emperor saw him, he always had a look of displease on his face; it was as if he saw Marcus as a nuisance. At first, when he was younger, he longed for the former emperor's approval. Hence, he tried his best on everything. Hoping that one day, the former emperor would be proud of him. Unfortunately, all of those were only his wishful thinking. As Marcus was too different from the former emperor and exceeded on everything especially in magic, he realized that he was often compared to the former emperor. It became worse when it was disclosed how his mana was too immense and his potential was too high. That in a few years time, he could become the youngest archmage in history

The staff immediately disappeared and the book of dark magic and spells appeared in its place. I opened it carefully and flipped the pages to where the deadliest spells were. The creatures of the dark were many, but they were at a disadvantage because the human warriors were using anointed weapons. If I was to be cut by that warrior's sword in any way, I could have lost most of my strength, so their weapons were deadly to the creatures. What I needed to do was make the creatures bigger and stronger. "I call upon the dark forces to serve me and in exchange, I grant you the souls of each human warrior whose blood will be shed on our soil!" I said at the top of my voice then put the book to the

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

"Oh for fuck sake. No. It's not a hybrid otherwise I would have said that it was a hybrid. Fine, I'll be blunt. Some mother fucker ripped various daemons apart and then stuck them together with vile magick long after they were dead. Do you understand now?" A horrified gasp rippled around the room as the Elders hurriedly conferred amongst themselves. "Wait... but that's…" Ann began tentatively, wishing on so many levels that she was wrong, but knowing deep down that she wasn't. "Necromancy. Fleshcraft. Whatever you want to call it." Lexi hissed as she interrupted Ann, "It is the most despicable dark magick that exists. I will say this though. If Narcissa did this, then she is far more dangero

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

Janus threw back his head with a jerk and then dropped it, facing the floor. Archer placed his wand on Janus’ head to stop the dead from completely possessing Janus’ body. We just needed their vision to see what happened in the room. The tip of his wand glowed against Janus’ head. Necromancy was the most dangerous form of dark magic because of the side-effects it brought on the necromancers.

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.