Necromancer The Ultimate Scourge Novels & Stories

I barely make a sound but just to be sure, I also activated a spell that will ensure he won’t be able to smell or sense me. At the bottom of the grand staircase, he turns right, toward the old museum annex I’d once helped design. It’s filled with relics and curiosities: swords, banners, magical artifacts, even a petrified lycan’s paw. But he doesn’t seem interested in any of those. Instead, he kneels on a display rug and removes it, showing a thick, iron-banded trapdoor that leads to the basement. He then unlocks it with a key hanging from his necklace.

"Is she dead?" Sekhmet shook his head. "Not exactly. Her physical body was destroyed, but she carries a curse from Gabriel himself. Eventually, she'll either find or grow a new body, but it may be centuries. There was virtually nothing left of her body after the attack." Emily frowned. "You mean the archangel Gabriel, from the Bible?" "Yes," Sekhmet confirmed. "Wow," Emily whispered, leaning back against the couch in awe. She had so much to learn.

I know this cologne. I stepped aside from the person and looked up. I trembled as the bottle of water fell from my hands. Standing before me is the very devil himself wearing all black and his hair was hidden under a black beanie. His Forest-green eyes adopted a red shade. On the front of his jeans, gun projects. His boots look dirty and have a muddy stain on them. "Lando," I whispered too quietly. "Yea baby." His lips curved into a crooked smirk. How did he get in? And where is Dave?

He knew I was not the Lumira whose medical records he had studied. "Dark magic is not native to this body," he said, placing his cards on the table with deliberate precision. Not playing cards. Research notes, thin and precise, covered in diagrams I couldn't read from this distance. "Necromancy at your level requires a soul that has already crossed the threshold. A soul that has died and returned, carrying the imprint of the grave. The original Lumira never died — not truly. She was murdered. There is a difference." He looked at me, and for the first time, his clinical mask cracked. Not with emotion — with hunger. The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for.

His jaw is set, and I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. The telling of it was exhausting. Every detail—Hera’s visit, the curse, the reincarnations, the gypsy witches’ sacrifice. Kieran did most of the talking, his voice steady and factual, while I filled in the emotional gaps. Kael’s fingers drum against his desk. “What you’re saying is that we have the same enemy: the necromancer.” He pauses, his frustration evident. “But we’re no closer to identifying him.” “No,” Kieran confirms.

“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.”

Lorenzo suddenly spoke up: "I'm getting this scar removed." I looked up curiously. "Why now?" "Maybe you'll like me better without it." I was confused. He glanced awkwardly at Edward's tombstone. "You loved him, didn't you?" I laughed. "What are you thinking? I was just telling him we're done. Even if there's a next life, I don't want him to find me again." Lorenzo visibly relaxed. But when we got home, he immediately scheduled surgery to remove his scar.

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

"But remember this, when you walk the path of dark magic, you must always be aware of the line between control and trouble. Lose control, and the darkness will consume you." I nodded, understanding everything she said. But I couldn’t afford to be afraid. The path ahead was dangerous, but I had no other choice. ***** Zane's POV I stood on the balcony of my chamber, the cool morning breeze brushing against my skin as I watched the sun rise over the forest. My thoughts were a mess, mixed with the growing bond I felt with Scarlett and the curse that had plagued my pack for generations. The mark on her wrist, the mark of the goddess, was supposed to be a sign of hope, but all I felt was something