Necromancer's Novels & Stories

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"

I stretch my hand and my servant quickly wiped the blood out of my fair skin. "Even the touch of your blood is disgusting. Your presence is nothing at all so make sure that you know who are you dealing with. I always knew you had eyes on her but I let that slip away. However, giving her this garbage is a already a sinful act. That woman is mine and if I have to make you remember that I will. " Nico only stared at me, he was not talking. " I am done with him. Do your thing but make sure that he will live. This must serve as his lesson that it is a sin to stand against Lexus Arendelle."

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.

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

Bad, bad mind. "Sure! We can take yours off too," I replied and winked at her, and I know that this is the f*cking effect of the alcohol. Is this even real? I saw her bite her lower lip, and damn it, that was so sexy. I want a taste of it now. Can I have them, please? She suddenly held my hand and what the sh*t was that electricity? Is she Elektra? Or an electric eel? Or she is Zeus. Mhmm.

By killing powerful people of one nation and making sure there is much birth in another, chances of reincarnation of powerful souls are higher in the latter. Dystopia used to be the place of dwelling for necromancers. Necromancers were like the rest of other magic practitioners. However, their magic ability was heavily focused on the spells that involves communication with the dead. Necromancy is done either by summoning the dead by apparitions or raising them bodily. It could be for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events, discover hidden knowledge, to bring someone back from the dead, or to use the dead as a weapon. As many views this practice as vile in n

her eyebrows furrowed. "A mage is a witch or a wizard who practices dark magic", her father replied with a brittle tone. Evelyn winced, "Your father is right...but Rica, I did not have any other hope", she said miserably, "My mother died after she gave birth to me....my father was the mage, one of the last few. Before he was hunted and executed", She clenched her fists as she fixed her gaze on the lap, her voice was quivering.