Norman The Necromancer 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.”

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

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.

“ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, Mazoga the Orc, and Syrink the Griffin. But before he fell, he gave my people his trump card. A grimoire with spells and rituals, including what is now known as The Paragon’s Sacrament. This, as I presume you’ve he

"Good to see you beautiful!! I'll see you around." "Thank you.. I will definitely see you around!" Norbert rolled his eyes and sat on the bar next to her. After he'd ordered a drink, he went in for a serious conversation she wasn't ready for. She didn't even want to sit or stay anywhere next to him. But meanwhile, while he ordered a drink- Rachel took all her time devouring him with her green eyes. He was alpha male perfection! The bad boy always wore a leather jacket on all black, and the clothes suited him, holding on to his every muscle and showing it off to the world.

Vernon glanced at him dully. "What for? For me to be included in their mess? No way." Vernon rejected straightforwardly that made Hansel laughed. "Nah, Parker just wanted you to make this mess bigger." "Shut up." "Seriously..." Minerva snapped her head when she heard his voice. It was the "Brother Nathan" that Zinnia called earlier. He was Nathaniel the son of Uncle Kristofer. Just like his father, he had black hair and red jeweled eyes. With just a sight of him, she couldn't help but inwardly sigh. This was the type of guy that she liked whilst reading manhwas! Whenever the male lead was black-haired with red eyes, she would unconsciously simp over them.

Killing them wasn't the problem, the challenge lied in how fast they multiplied despite ripping their heads apart from their bodies. "Elena watch out!" A dead bat resurrected from the dead and tried to attack me from behind. I ducked right in time to avoid its sharp claws thanks to Cass' warning. "Thanks!" I muttered. "The necromancer is here, he is the only one that can reach out to dead creatures and bring them back to life" "I observed, but what do we do since the bloody coward has decided to make himself less conspicuous and torment us with birds." Cass spat, caught a bat by the neck, and tore it into two equal halves making blood splatter on him.

He must have been able to hear it or something, because the moment it starts, his eyes snap up and lock on mine and I'm frozen in place, both of us staring at one another and waiting for whatever is going to happen next. "Abaddon, do you want to go into the cupboard for a quicky before next class?" Tasha's voice resounds around the corridor and the spell breaks, my gaze flicks to her, finding her watching me with a smirk on her face as she tugs Abaddon towards the large cupboard behind them.

So basically, even if he reported it, they would only think that he made up things and that he was just afraid and so. It may cause more unwanted attention to himself which already made him so sick. And they might suggest to him to hire mercenary to help him accomplished the mission. However, Yman was not a money bag. He was in a tight situation financially. Hiring mercenary would come with a price that depends on the mercenary rank. "Heh!" He scoffed after seeing the new name that appeared above the enemy's health bar. Noble Rat was written in an exchange for the Evil Rat. He was sure that right now, this enemy had already evolved into a Wanderer rank D+ beast.

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a n