Necromancer Stories Novels & Stories

"We'll have to tell him sooner or later." Hunter looked at both of us in turn, before settling his gaze on me. I looked away and took a deep breath. "It's what the Witches have done, what they're doing now, that's the problem." "And that is?" Hunter prompted. I clenched my jaw, not wanting to say it. Not wanting to know how that might change how he or any of the other new Reinhardts would see me. "They're killing Necromancers. Have been for the generations." I forced the words out bitterly. I felt sick every time I thought about it; saying it out loud was even more painful.

He had seen few zombie flicks during his stay in the human realm. "Necromancers?" Alexa frowned and Dimitri knew what would be her next question. "Necromancers are wizards who practice black magic on dead people," he explained. Alexa's mouth formed a cute 'O' while she thought about what he said. "Alexa... baby, it's almost lunchtime. You are starving our guests," Lucian intervened and Dimitri let out a sigh of relief. "Oh... shit, I forgot. You guys talk. I will get on to it," Alexa said and bounced towards the kitchen.

I had to listen to the necromancer. "Back then l was just a naive little witch, eager to help the werewolves and fight the vampires, l fought with them for decades....", She paused and closed her eyes as if recalling everything. God!! I didn't know what to do in order to stop listening to her boring story. "But the war never ended, during that process l fall in love with one of the Alphas and I promised to do anything to protect him. I turned and joined necromancy to help him with his fight but that

It's not like there seems to be a curse attached to my life just because I understand the words of necromancers. "B-but, that's only a myth...right? It's not real." I want her to say yes, because I feel like I can't get out of this feeling if it gets any worse. I saw that Elijah felt guilty and worried because of my expression. "I'm sorry, Ales. It's just a myth and has never been proven. Death in Wysteria is a very rare case and we have not encountered someone who's able to talk with necromancers. The legend assumed it's terrible luck to talk to these creatures ," he explained to me. "Don't mind it, Ales. If it's indeed real, I am here to protect you and I won't let you die—"

Natalia asked calmly. The soldiers looked at each other before answering the queen. "We saw him, dear queen. He fought the demons and he was with someone." This behavior made Natalia frown. "He had a necromancer with him who was the reason why we won the war." Natalia was unable to speak immediately, especially after hearing the term necromancer. This is one of the terms that Wysteria fears. Everyone knows the necromancer and how dangerous it is. "How come he has a necromancer with him? A necromancer is a demon. Maybe you just made a mistake?!" Natalia hit her table and the soldiers hit her. They were surprised by Natalia's behavior.

Instead, he said, “Good. They stay sharp. They’re only going to get stronger and desperate the closer the morning comes.” “I’ll stay focused,” I assured him, mainly because I refused to relive such a nightmare again. “I know you will be. You're stronger than you let yourself believe.” Cloaked merchants called out prices in tongues I half-recognized. Some talked in the wolf language while others said other languages I could decipher. The market was crowded with all sorts of species, some I recognized, others completely new to me. As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.”

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

“Go away, Ava. I don’t want to argue with your brother about how to treat you right. He doesn’t even know your capabilities.” “Wilder, please…” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hera Ava leaned closer to him. That is her full name. But people like to call her Ava or Hera. Whatever they like. Just like her brother Hades Avery. A gasp caught their attention. Their eyes landed on the girl who entered the room. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed. “What the hell, nerd? Don’t you even know how to knock?” Wilder removed the arm that was wrapped around him. He kept looking at Fertine.

"Someone or something sent you back." "Her name is Janice," I said. "She's a necromancer. Not the kind from stories who raise corpses—she's something older, something that exists in the spaces between life and death, time and causality. She heard my dying prayer for another chance and she answered it."

"But if Father kills you both now, the story ends. And I hate a boring ending. Besides, if Kael dies, Father will expect me to lead the next war. I’d much rather be drinking wine while you two cause chaos." ​"He's lying," Kael muttered from behind her. "He's helping us because he knows that if the Pale King gets the dagger, the Demon Realm is the first place that will burn." ​The tunnel opened up into a massive underground chamber. Seraphina let a tiny bit of blue light leak from her palm so they could see. ​The room was filled with thousands of stone coffins. But they weren't for people. They were small, no bigger than a book.