Necromancer Oc Novels & Stories

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

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

“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.

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

He held out his hand for Cam to take and he did. "Its alright, I understand the confusion" I am so happy everyone is getting along right now, well except for James and Damon but you cant really blame Damon. We set out for our long trip. I made a list on everyone we need to recruit, so far on the list number one is crossed out. 1.Rouge King 2.Witches Queen 3.Angels Queen 4.Giants King 5.Dragon King Im very nervous for meeting the Dragon King they say he never helps anyone and he's ruthless and heartless.

"What does the necromancer offer them?" "Immortality," I answered, my fingers tightening on the parchment until the dry hide groaned. "The Dark Master knows the elders are terrified of the High Council's purges and the loss of their ancestral titles. He is offering them the ultimate temptation: direct infusion of pure Eclipse necrotic flesh-magic."

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

“Yeah for real I know nothing about that thing.” “Then what are you going to do?” “Start to look for it. And use it to heal Amber.” Dawn said. Dawn drank her wine and said, “you know there is another way Amber can be healed.” “What other way?” Ashley asked as she looked at Dawn. Dawn didn’t answer immediately she took her time as she stared ahead and then said, “have you ever heard about the necromancers?” Ashley gave her a nod, “Yeah I have, all I know is that they are rare, rarer than the purebloods. And also that they come under the vampires.