Necromancer's Novels & Stories

“I could cut him open—” “No!” The word burst out of me, nearly bringing what was left of my guts up with it. “No, fuck, no.” “Ignore him,” Nate snapped. “He’s a necromancer, of course he always wants to dig up bodies. It’s like fucking Christmas for him.”

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.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

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

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.

"No, it's just a summon. I'm a necromancer." That was surprising. There weren't a lot of necromancers among Mages since it was one of the most difficult classes to master. And I could tell this guy was already a Master, despite being so young. You know those stereotypes of necromancers being old men or creepy-looking cult leaders? Well, it's because mastering necromancy takes decades, or if you take shortcuts it takes a toll on your body and mind. Unless you were especially gifted, which I suspect this guy is. The air around him fairly sizzled with power despite his efforts to hide it.

“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?”

"Kiko, I know you are talented, but you know — overconfidence may lead to one's disaster. You guys are just newbies. So being arrogant and overconfident is common at your age. But... Don't make yourself full just because you have the talent. Many talented trainees with that kind of thinking before you had died early in the process." Yman smiled. He knew that his words had some deep on it. He couldn't argue with him in this regard. He doesn't really care if they were going to fight it or not. He was just feeling curious about the web of this monster, and the crystal-like object that was embedded on the monster's forehead. He knew it was a Magic Cryst.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tobacco. My older brother starts laughing darkly and snaps his fingers to the side. Before we know it, a housekeeper comes out of nowhere and hands my brother a cane. The cane is a perfect reflection of him. Black steel with no decoration whatsoever. Cold, icy, and empty on the inside. My eyes remain on the pommel, eliciting yet another laugh from Elio. So I finally look up at him, and his glassy eyes continue to stare back at me.