Necromancer's 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"

He had some candles everywhere, books scattered to the sides, and some rats were even walking around. I blinked. I don’t recognize him, but I know him. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the necromancer who could do almost anything. “Please make me stronger,” I said without thinking. The necromancer looked at me “Who are you? Your blood is very active.”

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

But they could give it to anyone in a different medium. Unlike archmages, who had their life force sucked away when they gave their mana to someone, the maceos were not like that.Nothing can go wrong for them, no matter how many people have distributed their mana, as long as they are given a mana replenishment. Unfortunately, the maceos were doomed to be used as a tool for others to obtain greater heights. Most of the maceos were used as experiments by the mages from the ancient Magic Tower. And now, there were only a few maceos around.

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory." Hearing the thing i want her eyes bulged up, she was shocked by my choosen skill. She then said. [Those skill.. It can't be counted as cheat you know?[ I think it depend how we use it. So do you approve it" [Ok then, i approve. Sign up] With a smile i then sign the contract. And then there a light engulfing me. [Contract of Reincarnation. By the name of me, Goddess that govern life and death. I approve thy:

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...

"It's a powerful necromancer, and it's been manipulating us from the start." The necromancer's lips curled into a twisted smile, its gaze fixed upon us with a chilling intensity. "Very perceptive, little human," it said, its voice a guttural, otherworldly rumble. "But you are too late to stop what is coming." It raised its hand, and the air crackled with the energy of its dark power. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons raised in a desperate attempt to defend against the impending onslaught.

“You haven’t experienced your first full moon yet. Well, I'm glad to meet you. It's the first time I've seen a Werewolf. We can help each other. I hope you understand what awaits you soon? If not, then I'll tell you. His voice flowed bewitchingly soft, enveloping from all sides, forcing to obey and listen. Vic somehow detachedly perceived what was happening, the necromancer can command only the dead - those whom he himself resurrected, the inhabitants of Reeta should not be subject to him. And he's not dead at all. Vic forced himself to shake himself. But the sorcerer's voice has not ceased to be less bewitching.

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.