Norman The Necromancer Novels & Stories

Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.

Alec asks, breaking the silence. Nora turns to us. "Who was this magician who took the coin?" I shake my head. "Damon didn't recognize him." Her lips pull down. As she stands there thinking, I study her face. I can see the resemblance between her and my father--the long nose, the high cheekbones. My chest aches with conflicting feelings. I want to be happy that we've met, and I want to tell her about my dad's astral projections, but I also don't want this woman to think that I'm okay with her ignoring me for my whole life.

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

She wasn’t sure that Zane would either, and she didn’t think the time to find out would be in the middle of the attack. The thought that Daunator was potentially out there somewhere, just biding his time, as he had for centuries between when he’d allegedly come back through the Blue Moon Portal and the battle between her parents’ team and him just before she was born, was alarming at best. What was his angle this time? Was he content to sit back and let idiots like President Crimson Crotch take the glory while he stayed in the shadows, or was it possible he was actually pulling the strings? The thoughts circulated around in her head over and over again as she sat on the back porch, staring o

Anger could be seen in Aries' eyes. He faced Morrigan, holding the ring in between his fingers. Peeping through it to look at the already perturbed princess. "Now, Little Raven... What do you think we should do to them?" Morrigan could feel that the voice of her uncle reverberated in her mind. It sounds like the voice that haunts her in her nightmares, she could feel her body turn cold and cold sweats trickling down her forehead. She wanted to scream as in her eyes everything started to fade, the buzz around her turned into a high pitch ring, and her uncle's face looked like a demon wanting to devour her at any moment. She took another step back, swaying unsteadily in her step.

And in one swift move, he pulled the curtain away – making way for the sunlight to penetrate the dark room of the necromancer. “What is wrong with you, Halfing?” Merlin screamed his lungs out as he stood up abruptly. A deep knot was lodged between his oily and frizzy bushy brows as his albino-red eyes were staring dead at Levi. If a necromancer’s deadly gaze could kill an immortal, Levi the Envious was sure that he was probably dead by now.

“I was going to make this quick for you. But now I think I’m going to take my time.” He smiled and it split open one of the blisters on his cheek, fresh blood running down his face. “I’m going to kill everyone you care about,” Jonathan continued, speaking slowly. “Your brother. Your pack. Your father’s memory. Everything you’ve ever loved is going to burn and you’re going to watch every second of it.” He stepped even closer and Luca could smell the rot coming off him, could see the madness building behind his eyes. The witches’ chanting reached a crescendo and Arden screamed, his body finally giving up the fight and shifting completely.

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?”

DOMINIC “He is useless now,” I heard my father muttering as he stood over the dead body on the floor; the thick crimson blood slowly crawled towards his Amadeo Testoni loafers. It was the third dead man in twenty-hours, and my sister was still in the wind. And so was Lorenzo—the man I had trusted once. At one time, in a drunken conversation, I convinced Viktor that maybe Lorenzo wasn’t a wrong choice for Sammy, but even under the intoxicated haze, Viktor wanted to kill him.

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.