Only I Am A Necromancer Novels & Stories

My curse would not allow me to die before I had completed its conditions. Now that they had been I had to wonder, what was the point in living in a word where Lucas did not exist? Regardless of why I did not, I should have died with Lucas in the grounds of the hunters. I should have been consumed by my own power the moment that I killed Lucifer, but I wasn’t. Instead, I am here, alone. The bastard child of an incestuous rape, with no family or friends. Pregnant with the next ruler of the Underworld.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

I choked. I vaguely heard my mother sobbing. She was a very good mother but she was overly protective of me. I loved my mother so much and I hope she didn't worry about me. “I am an adult, most of your classmates have left their parents. Maybe I am one of those rare people who at this age still live with parents.`` I tried to laugh. “Don't worry about me. I'm not alone. There is a whole community of werewolves here. This is where I belong.”

"I thought only witches and or wizards could open it, so I went in search of them. My mind could leave the coffin as a mist of smoke or a miasmatic kind of darkness but couldn't cause any harm at all. Funny how I thought it would be easy to manipulate the mind of a witch. They weren't humans who were weak and had no powers. In fact, they knew about me, so whenever I'd come, they'd send me back."

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.

“It’s the place between worlds where dead things linger and living things aren’t supposed to be able to reach. As for getting out, that’s complicated.” “Of course it is,” I muttered, because nothing in my life could ever be simple. “Why am I here? Did you bring me here?” “Your mother sealed me away when she hid you with humans,” Nyx explained. “She knew if I manifested too early, before your body was ready, I’d burn you up from the inside. But seals can be broken by strong enough emotion, and survival instinct is the strongest there is.” I thought about Victoria’s claws coming at my face, about the absolute certainty that I was about to die. “So you broke out because I was about to get murde

I instantly felt like crying after hearing what Mom said. In my past life, I never mentioned it to Mom and Dad because I didn't want to trouble them; after all, they were already very busy with their law firm. I deeply regretted it when I saw Mom and Dad holding my body and crying so hard that they couldn't pull themselves together after I died. It was because of that that the very first thing I did after being reborn was tell Mom about what was happening at school.

"You should probably hand over your award-winning painting to Jane, Yvonne. She could use the award to get admitted into a university known for its art program." I was baffled after hearing that request. I had a hard time understanding what Mom was trying to say. I had died all alone in the dark basement of an asylum. The loneliness of remaining undiscovered until my body rotted still seemed to be etched into my very bones. It took a good while before I realized that I had been reborn. I had returned to my senior year of high school, back to a time when there was still a chance to change everything. Dad, who was standing beside Jane, noticed that I had remained silent for too long and asked

Mesta returned. Mecael's muscles tightened around me. "I'm not a fan of summoning the dead. How do we call it…?" I replied without much of a reaction. "Necromancy." Mecael offered. "Yes that one." "But that's performed only on dead people,right?" I pulled away from Mecael to look at Mesta. "Of course and as I said, I am not a fun of it." "But…your mom isn't dead." My heart dropped.

“With aura that lashes around you like the tendrils of a plant and a violent heart that sees destruction wherever it is laid, you received the title of Red Rose when the world knew nothing of Barbarians. You truly are worthy of your title as the strongest Barbarian. But…” Chief Priest Kaka lifted his hands as he spoke. His rings glowed brightly as the fallen bodies of the Wind Demons that Red Rose had just obliterated came alive once more! “I am a Necromancer. If you are Red Rose, then I am the black fog that will block the rays of the sun from getting to you.”