Necropolis-immortal Novels & Stories

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam

It seems that Elijah promised that he regretted what he said "May I speak what I wish to convey to you, Your Highness?" I asked him while he was staring at me. He nodded and his eyes were busy staring at me. "I know where the second sign is. It's in a tomb inside the pyramid." "Necropolis Mosque." Elijah behaved. "That's the name of the grave?" Kunot when he confirmed to her. "Yes. It's the graveyard of all immortals who vanished to this kingdom. I've been there once because Rostov brought me." He answered me.

"Does anybody else want to take a gamble at my treasures? With this in hand, sneaking back towards the Immortal Planes would be a certainty and no longer a wish of drunkards and forgotten miscreants." The old beggar enticed in full but harvested no answer from his open provocation. "A dick and nothing more." an ageless immortal grumbled in secret. For how could one who had imprisoned them in the first place let that possibility happen without due consequence. "I thought so." the old beggar smirked after he got no response whatsoever from his obvious taunt. "BANG!" a body was carelessly launched from the brick formed Saint Class Artifact and for the second time since the war has been engaged,

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

the general answered me as if something miraculous had happened. Why would a necromancer go to immortals to leave a message? Does that happen often? There seems to be a hole in the events. "Does that happen often?" I asked again. "No—that was the first and last time a necromancer ever showed up and left a message," he answered again. This is a warning. That's what I had in mind because necromancers don't show up for no reason. If they show up, it's to take a life and not to give a message!

Time had left its mark on this ancient place, yet it still retained a powerful aura. The trio ventured through the broken, metallic door of the cemetery, Serene casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure the door remained open until their return. As Serene, Josie, and Anthony entered the cemetery, they were greeted by a haunting sight: thousands of graves, some broken and others empty. It seemed like the work of malevolent forces, as if they sought to harness the power that lingered here. Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment.

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

Draco inhaled it like incense. “You smell like her,” he murmured, and the fog around us revealed glimpses of the battlefield. Wolves limped with broken limbs. Witches lay pale and unmoving. Bodies cooled in the dirt. He savored the carnage. “This is what immortality looks like. Loss without consequence.” “Then die,” I whispered. He laughed, and his claws lengthened. “You cannot kill what is already dead.” “You are not dead,” I replied. “You are rotten.” I rushed him.

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

And for the first time since waking up the giant being took a step backward. The entire Archive shook from the movement. Alina felt her heart stop. Because if something could make the Observer retreat… Then whatever was inside that city was far more terrifying than anything she had encountered so far. The system suddenly appeared. Every notification turned blood red. Every symbol trembled. Every window flickered. Then a final message appeared across the entire sky. A message so large it covered the horizon itself. [SEALED ZONE BREACH DETECTED] [THE NECROPOLIS HAS AWAKENED]