Only I Am A Necromancer Novels & Stories

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I nodded and looked at my hands, trying to figure out all of this new information. “Of course, we do have a Mind Manipulator with us, and our first plan was use him. But, of course, that couldn't work on you, so the next plan was to take you somewhere safe.” “What? Why wouldn't it work on me?” Nathan grumbled something under his breath that caught everyone's attention, but then Stephan dismissed him and spoke up. “Because you're a Foreseer.” Stephan spoke it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

That I can't even tell if it's blue or just simply white. "How lonely of you sun, you're just like me." Although, I know why people don't wish for you to die, because unlike me, you have a purpose to all of them. Smiling a farewell to the last thing that I am to see on this planet, I slowly lowered my neck down. As expected, the long and bulky cactus stands mightily in front of me like it's waiting for my hand to grip it. 'Ahhh, never have I ever expected this. Facing my own death on the very first day of my eighteen life.'

I didn't know where I was headed and I didn't know where I was, but my legs kept moving forward, one step at a time. The scene changed and my wolf was the one walking instead, her paws stained blood red. The scenes kept changing over and over again, alternating between me and my wolf. Finally I stood in front of a door, the door automatically opened and I stood in front of an aisle. I could see at the end if it King Hades, his red blood eyes trained on me. The chairs in the rows were occupied with dead bodies, their opened veins seeping onto the floor and drenching the entire place.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

But aside from that, the Necromancer Hunt was also established. A massive amount of gold, silver and properties are promised to the one who will be able to kill the Necromancer all because the one who is being hunted is the only Necromancer alive in the whole kingdom. Saiya raised her hand and as soon as it cast a shadow on the floor, Greyn appeared beside her. "I'm the only necromancer alive, right?" Greyn answered with a nod. "Then who might be the necromancer hiding at Akashia Village a month ago?" TO BE CONTINUED

"Someone or something sent you back." "Her name is Janice," I said. "She's a necromancer. Not the kind from stories who raise corpses—she's something older, something that exists in the spaces between life and death, time and causality. She heard my dying prayer for another chance and she answered it."