Only I Am A Necromancer Novels & Stories

I followed his gaze, and I got a glimpse of the fleeting clouds. “He tried to escape several times and the more he tried to escape, the worse their torture got. Eventually, he stopped trying. That was when I resorted to necromancy, a forbidden class of dark magic. I was weak, I knew it and when I understood no one was coming to help us, I gobbled like a hungry dog on every power I could claw upon in this dark dungeon. The ghosts of the dead were the only overpowering power in this place. I had only read about necromancy in ancient texts, but I applied it for the first time that day.”

“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.”

“I was born with magic long before Delaney ever knew. Before the Warrens ever suspected. Before the Hallow ever whispered your name.” My breath catches. Magic. Brad had magic. All these years… and no one knew. He lifts his hand, and a faint ember glows in his palm, not warm, not comforting, but sharp and hungry. “I am a necromancer, Jason. One of the last. One who is reborn through fire.” My stomach twists. Fire. Cremation. Reborn. “You’re lying,” I whisper.

“Yeah for real I know nothing about that thing.” “Then what are you going to do?” “Start to look for it. And use it to heal Amber.” Dawn said. Dawn drank her wine and said, “you know there is another way Amber can be healed.” “What other way?” Ashley asked as she looked at Dawn. Dawn didn’t answer immediately she took her time as she stared ahead and then said, “have you ever heard about the necromancers?” Ashley gave her a nod, “Yeah I have, all I know is that they are rare, rarer than the purebloods. And also that they come under the vampires.

"Personally speaking, I've never seen him in action myself. But a lot of people have, and his record is impeccable. And he does all this as a Freelancer, and solo to boot. Although, being a Necromancer, he's not literally alone. I've been told he can summon hundreds at a time." "A Master Necromancer at the age of twenty-three. And handsome as the devil himself," Madam Josefa chuckled, apparently enjoying my father's sour face. "What do you want with him, Madam? If he's a Necromancer, it means his abilities are most likely runic and symbolic in origin, rather than mystic." Dad asked her, referring to Madam Josefa's clairvoyant abilities. Yes, that was something I wanted to know too. But of co

The floor beneath the platform was covered with infinite amounts of lava. The executioner danced around the stage with his sword. She could remember the exact movements from her past life. The only disadvantage about having picture perfect memory was being able to recall every detail. The memories of her execution kept replaying in her mind. It was torment to recall all the traumatic bits. Once the dancing stopped, the sword rapidly flew through the air towards her. **************************************

'' Cause tomorrow is a important day in the human world Christmas '' Noir remarked . '' Christmas '' he was surprised . '' But i have no one to spend Christmas with this year '' said Arthur . '' Why ?'' Adam asked . '' Cause the one he loved is dead now ''said Arthur . '' Poor you '' Celia sighed . '' I see , is that the reason you want to learn alchemy ?'' ALbert asked . '' Yes , to resurrect her '' he replied . '' Hey i have an idea , we can celebrate Christmas here along with us '' Noir suggested .

What luxury, I would say if I was still 17, but this is no luxury, this is a chamber room that we that live in here will be going straight to the butcher. It has been a month and I have changed for the worst. I was a fucked up person, yes, but in this place, I become more of an animal than I already was. My job was being an assassin, yes, but this place turned me into a devil straight from your nightmares. I wasn't afraid of dying, no, the opposite, I would prefer dying than being tortured mentally and physically in a way like I am. But even if I could die, I cannot. I have to protect this woman who feels more like family than the ones I never met.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”