Necromancer Stories Novels & Stories

“Say what you came to say.” Varian tilted his head. “The dead want you, brother. They want their Alpha back.” The ground shook. From behind the heirs’ army, the snow split. Bones clawed their way up. Old armor rattled. Wolves with matted fur and glowing red eyes pulled themselves from the earth. Necromancy. On a scale Malric couldn’t have dreamed of. A hundred undead stood between the heirs and the gates. Ryn cursed. “Gods, I hate magic.”

“Today was another night for my mission out there, in the human world so I can’t possibly let Eleanor’s flimsy mistake of trying to hide things from me hinder me from focusing, I still had two hours until the exact time to leave so I studied the map thoroughly and luckily I found some things that got my attention. ‘This is serious’ I mumbled as I studied their activities over the time while I wondered what exactly was their breed. They weren’t Lycans neither were they werewolves because they had nothing but their skin and Spells! “Yeah, spells!” I mumbled silently and no one needed to tell me that they were witches. I had no business with them as long as they stayed clear of my pack. They tr

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

NOTE: This story is from my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON. I wanted to include this here for exposure and an addition to my collection of short stories. SO if you have added it in your library and read my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE AND PURCHASE. Thank you! . . . . . CAMILLA I giggled as I jumped over a large rock blocking my path, and made my way past the pack border and towards freedom.

Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed. She hesitated for a long time before hitting “match.” That same night, she matched with someone. Damien. His profile was simple: Damien Cross, 34 Kinks: CNC, kidnapping/roleplay, heavy dominance, ownership, rough sex, breeding talk, marking, aftercare. They started chatting. At first, it was cautious. Then it became intense. Damien: You said you like being taken against your will. How real do you want it to feel? Elena: As real as possible. I want to be scared. I want to feel like I don’t have a choice… but I also want a safe word.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

After discussing the situation with Agatha as best she could without the woman using her tongue to speak, she promised to be as quick as she could and teleported from the farmhouse. Following Ebenezer through dimensional space was very different from simply focusing on a location and teleporting there. She found it to be a little unsettling and was relieved when he stopped about a mile away from the house. “It might be best to refrain from telling all about ye to start,” he said. “Why not keep the fact that ye are a witch to thyself for now.” “Is there something I should know?” she asked with trepidation. “They are at war with Malcolm’s vampires,” he explained. “As with all battles, there i

Many creatures began to discuss heatedly. Wyot’s memories give James information about the Master Necromancer. However, the Master Necromancer was not from the current era but the Space Race Era. His cultivation rank was quite ordinary, but he was at least a Terra Acmean. He wielded terrifying sorcery and produced an army of powerful undead. The death spirits created by the Master Necromancer were unthinkably strong, as they had no fear of death. Moreover, they were immortal as long as their body and soul were not completely destroyed together.

Malorie said as she kept on looking at me doubtfully. “I started to draw a new story where you are an adventurer, her people who saw her growing up have been tormented by the curse of an old sorcerer, Kaleida the warrior set off with her friends to save the world.” While I was telling the small summary, I did an odd one-hand movement to give it a little more theatricality. Confused, she said, “Wait. That’s why the guys at the gym called me that. I didn’t understand anything.” “Come” I said and took her to my desk. Guide her to the room I usually work in. Upon entering, I turned on the light. For a moment, I could see the surprise in her eyes.