Necromancer Oc Novels & Stories

Lucius's POV: Darkness consumes everything, I, the son of a great Alpha fear it. I'm afraid I won't be able to control this urge to kill and satiate my blood lust so I cut myself to suppress it. It was born from a trauma that left my childhood scarred for life. I am Lucius Kingdred, son of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Eldest among the three and the next heir to rule over it. But I wasn't confident. I fear the power, the responsibility, and most of all the instinct to pair with this so-called true mate.

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.

They had already killed a bunch of fighter wolves. Only growls could be heard from outside of the royal palace. A gray wolf growled and bit on a brown wolf. The brown wolf fell on the ground and his body shook for a few seconds, then died in pain. Everett glared at the brown wolf and then at the gray wolf. The gray wolf was Conor. He glanced at others. Everyone was fighting with their full energy. They had been waiting for this night for a long time. Everett looked around while killing wolves with his claws. His claws were poisonous. He was not any ordinary wolf but a Lycan.

His eyes were becoming completely pitch black, her eyes widened when she noticed something black covering his chest and shoulders going down to his left arm. "When I was with that witch, she made me drink a forbidden potion, the potion which is highly disliked by every creature even witches. That potion had an ability to built another soul in you, a soul which isn't given to you from birth but by black magic, that soul is what makes me immortal, because of that soul no one can even harm me." His breathing started increasing as he held his head bending his upper body down as he groaned. "That soul was made for me to control, but I-I ugh! never learned how to control it, and it became a part o

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.

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

a guy sitting beside me whispered, his tone dripping with false sympathy. I didn’t respond, I knew he wasn’t concerned, he just wanted someone to blame. “What do you expect from a mudblood? A wannabe special being with no powers?” a girl sneered from nearby. “He’s a curse to this school, I don’t know why they thought it would be nice to taint our perfect environment with a lowlife human,” she continued. “Such a weak and frail thing. Without Jordan, Macmillan, and Orlando, he’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Necromancy is a very ancient dark magic practice. It takes an extraordinarily long time to master it.” He pauses, and I can see the tension in his shoulders. “It would take decades to be able to make puppets out of shifters, but wild animals? Wild wolves have raw instincts. You can’t control instinct. The necromancer we’re dealing with has more than just a couple decades of experience, considering how fully in control he was of the female alpha. If that is who cursed us, then his power would make sense.” He turns to me, and his eyes are dark with worry.

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.

You can see the creature’s sadistic smile as she jumps forward, eliminating anyone in a second who touches her. Her body becomes covered in blood, and at that point, Silver appears and stares in amazement at the scene. “Nicolette...” The woman turns to him and looks at him with bloodshot black eyes. She lifts her arm wrapped in dark energy that marks her skin. “I don’t any Nicolette, but your voice spoke to me while I slept all this time—if You give me the blood of valiant warriors, destruction and chaos, I will make you the most powerful man of all time.”