Necromancer Stories Novels & Stories

He would be lucky enough if he had special weapons to use, but at the moment he had none. “Care to tell me what is going on? Because the last thing I remember I was sleeping in my condo.” “I understand your confusion, but to cut it short, there is another world apart from what the human has, which is our world – Terra Lucien.” Lanver brushed his fingers on his hair, one thing he usually does when frustrated. He was still having a hard time processing in his mind that vampires were real, and then there was this another revelation that seemed so out of the world.

“I thought those wolves did their job.” “They were found dead,” Another voice pipes in. “Clearly they didn’t do a good enough job. Pity we lost them though. Jezbel was pissed.” “Don’t talk about that freaking necromancer at night,” The man who kicked me says and I can hear the shudder in his voice. Necromancer? The shock that moves through me is terrible. Neromancers are the worst kind of humans. I've heard about them but I know that they're kind is hunted with a vicious ferocity.

the girl remarked reasonably. “It’s not we, who are going to play it,” the necromancer answered quickly. “But who?” “The dead,” he said without a smile. “In fact, I didn’t invent this melody so many years ago. Once, when I was about fifteen, I fell into a pond and almost drowned. My heart stopped, and my lungs were full of water. But something kept me alive. Maybe it was the Dark which even then was already flowing through my veins.” The necromancer was telling the story, leading Angelina forward more quickly. He needed to get closer to the gates, to order the guardians on the other side to open them and lift the drawbridge. The dead people on the inside needed to be let out.

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

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.

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

“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.

A line that destroyed everything and sadly never gave the results people truly wanted or results that they never expected. It was a misnomer honestly. They shouldn’t be called life force mages. No, they should be honest and call themselves necromancers. Because nothing was born from their magics. People and creatures always died for the sake of some temporary gain that was never really what they wanted. It was an endless pursuit of disappointment and unhappiness. He didn’t understand it and he was too disgusted by it all to even want to try.

Necromancer? "She can raise zombies, talk to ghosts and other dead, and she can heal the undead. Useful to have around. She's our primary conduit to Jeremiah." "Which one's he?"

“Well, that depends on what you’re talking about. We clean up our issues as best as we can. There’re procedures to deal with any issues you might find along the way. It’s all nice and neat. You know, business as usual. So, for reference, next time you’ll have to come to me with specifics and we’ll work it out case by case.” “So, you’re saying some issues down there are yours, but you won’t go into detail?” “Very good way to phrase it.” “Animal attacks? Like those coyote attacks in the Don Valley?” “Cleaned up. A hold over from when necromancy was outlawed appeared unexpectedly a few hundred years after the last necromancer was believed to have been removed from existence.” “You killed them a