Necromancer Survival Novels & Stories

My sword sliced through the air, deflecting the necromancer's dark power and sending it careening back towards its source. The necromancer let out a guttural roar, its crimson eyes narrowing with fury as it withstood the impact of its own attack. Elijah and Liam took advantage of the momentary distraction, their blades a blur as they launched a relentless assault. But the necromancer was no mere mortal. With a wave of its hand, it conjured a shield of dark energy, deflecting our strikes with ease. Its lips curled into a twisted smile as it watched us struggle against its formidable defenses.

“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.

The necromancer began to rapidly age before their eyes, his skin turning dry and wrinkling before peeling away from his bones until all that was left was a skeleton, which eventually toppled to the ground with a cluttering sound. Zeke and Sébastien stared in silence at the pile of bones on the ground, both of them wondering if Gilbert was really gone for good. The necromancer had the uncanny ability to resurrect himself and they couldn't help but feel cautious about his apparent death. Hearing the voices of the three women behind them, Zeke shifted back and they turned to watch them approach.

Dozens of them. Almas. Nyxes. Even one that looked like Lena, young, fierce, eyes like knives. “Dear God” Lena whispered. Roman muttered, “This isn’t science. This is necromancy.” And at the far end of the lab stood Lucien. He wore a crown of neural wires, plugged into a mainframe that throbbed with energy. “You made it,” he said, voice amplified. “Just in time to witness your own extinction.” Alma stepped forward. “Why? Why keep building more of me?”

"Did you really not have to kill anyone to gain your power? Like for Necromancers in general, not just you." His question caught me off guard. Why was he stuck on this killing thing? Did they all think we were a bunch of mindless killers? "John, Necromancy isn't something you can buy. It's something we're born with, and I've never heard of a Necromancer taking a life - at least, not outside of the war." He still had that calculating look in his eyes, but our time was up. I watched his dad and the other figures take aim, raising their arms and pointing in our direction.

Impossible. “She survived” “No!” another voice muttered. “No one survives it.” the creature shifted behind me, towering and twisted but it still didn’t attack. Its hollow eyes remained fixed on me with something dangerously close to recognition. Like it had found something it lost a very long time ago. Then one of the elders stepped forward. Slowly and carefully. His hands trembled around the lantern he carried. I recognized him suddenly through fractured childhood memories. The man who used to avoid looking directly at me when I was little. The man my mother hated.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Aiden was already moving toward the dark orb, his hand reaching for a weapon that couldn't fight this enemy. The Architect's face was grim, ancient grief etched into every line. "The game found a vulnerability. Not in the network—in the player himself. David was two hundred years in. Two centuries of solitude, of survival, of slowly losing himself. His consciousness was fragile, held together by habit and hope. The isolation attempt, even though it failed, caused stress his mind couldn't handle." Lyra's hands shook. "He's dead?"

] [Current Balance: 115 System Points. [New Objective Unlocked: Core Extraction. Extract the mutated energy core from the target's chest cavity to claim rewards.] "A core " I whispered. I thought about the stories I heard in the survivor camps. People used to talk about the monsters having gems inside them. [The core is located three inches below the sternum, Host. It must be removed manually while the biological tissue is still warm. Use of a reinforced cutting tool is highly recommended.] I stood up slowly. My muscles still hummed from the system skill. I walked down the iron stairs. The air down here was cold, and the smell of the dead creature made my stomach twist, but I forced my feet