Norman The Necromancer Novels & Stories

"Another soul added to my capsule." As he approached the tiny normal, it slowly turned it's head towards him and stared at him with it's eyes wide open. He was startled. "Can it see me?" He just stood there for a couple of minutes observing the normal that was slumped on the ground. It was still sitting there, eyes wide open. He saw it move it's eyes towards Schnek, who was slowly trudging it's way towards us. He couldn't believe it. No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards.

Damon stared hard at the bodies expressionless. Alex stood next to him as they watched the pack’s physician who was currently bent over, examining one of the dead men. A few warriors stood around them waiting for the physician to be done, and finally, he stood up with a sigh. “Sorcery,” He announced much to the shock of everyone. Damon felt his face hardened at the declaration, the two men had been his pack’s warriors. “We’ve lost three warriors to this witch!” Alex said angrily.

💉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.

I couldn't help but shiver every time I remembered back to what those voices had said. Hayden was dangerous. In every way. And why wouldn't he be? I wasn't supposed to die that night. This wasn't supposed to happen. That accident happened because he came in the way! Lord of the Dead. That's what the voices called him. So, I tried dwelling in those thicks, old books, trying to find something useful. Except, the only language they were in, wasn't English. And the words written on those rough papers made no sense to me.

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

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.”

The high vampire that is her servant within his inner council informed her of the intent he had of reopening business with the werewolves once more, but there was something else. She also knew that he was hiding something to do with Norman’s death. Norman was a skilled healer and wouldn’t have been careless enough to be killed by a rogue vampire faking to be dead. What she can’t work out is why he would have Norman killed after such a long life of service.

His eyes swept over the ward, grave and far-away. "There is a dark presence here," he intoned, his voice carrying a cadence that pulled at the edges of belief. Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at such theatrics. But warriors were dying at my feet, and mockery was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Norman fell silent, then began to chant in a tongue I didn’t recognize. His hands trembled as though caught in a storm only he could feel. The doctors continued their frantic work, their efforts drowned out by the guttural weight of his incantations.

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.

I can only hope the day will never come when we stand against one another, pointing our guns to kill. A familiar figure walks in and takes the farthest seat at our fifty sitters' tables. The girl I wanted to avoid the whole evening. The Cannibal Snookums; Regan Wells. The bane of my goddamn existence. For leaving me confused all the damn time, pulling the emotional strings in my heart and mind, considerably bad for my health. I know she knows I am here. Her hand trembles as she takes her drink close to her mouth, but she does not look my way for once.