Only I Am A Necromancer Novels & Stories

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Isadora blew air on her nails as if she was telling me the most fundamental truth. “I did. But when faced with death, you have to take some risky decisions. I had grown weak and I needed strength, but mostly, I needed to be alive,” I snorted, “You are dead.” She was a vampire with dark magic. There could be no one more dead than her. She got the pun but chuckled, “You have got teeth and grit. I will give you that.” Slowly she got up from the ground and straightened her back.

“I could cut him open—” “No!” The word burst out of me, nearly bringing what was left of my guts up with it. “No, fuck, no.” “Ignore him,” Nate snapped. “He’s a necromancer, of course he always wants to dig up bodies. It’s like fucking Christmas for him.”

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

“Destroy? You mean as in kill? You want to kill Peter.” The voice, for all its unsettling menace — hard to come across as anything else when you’re emanating from a stone coffin — had a tinge of genuine shock to it. He was horrified by the prospect of what I’d suggested. “Oh, I couldn’t do that. Absolutely not.” Disappointing. “You don’t control dead people, then? You aren’t a necromancer?” “I told you, I’m a vivimancer.”

"Can he do that, I mean how?" "Necromancers serve as link between the dead and the living. I'm alive and human, but not the other creatures, they're not of the physical world and only a necromancer can take them there. What you see happening to your town is as a result of his coming, as he draws nearer so will the disaster get worse. So by the time he arrives, the remaining survivals will be annihilated by the abomination he'll invite to your world." "How do we stop him?"

Perhaps she is finally seeing that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. I know shadows, darkness, and death have always been a part of my life. I’ve never feared any of it. I’ve used the shadows and darkness to hide in plain sight when I’m on missions. I command the shadows to teleport me where I want. I can manipulate them to bend to my will. I'm a necromancer. I play with death by stopping people from dying, bringing them back to life if necessary, and even taking their life. My ability as a necromancer allows me to remove souls directly from their bodies. It’s why I get the complex missions.

“You haven’t experienced your first full moon yet. Well, I'm glad to meet you. It's the first time I've seen a Werewolf. We can help each other. I hope you understand what awaits you soon? If not, then I'll tell you. His voice flowed bewitchingly soft, enveloping from all sides, forcing to obey and listen. Vic somehow detachedly perceived what was happening, the necromancer can command only the dead - those whom he himself resurrected, the inhabitants of Reeta should not be subject to him. And he's not dead at all. Vic forced himself to shake himself. But the sorcerer's voice has not ceased to be less bewitching.

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

I can sense it, your gifts have nothing to do with merfolk save for the scales. I didn't know how to feel seeing that she seemed to know about me than I did. But I sighed. At least I was purely vampire. She shook her head gently. But I do sense magic in your blood. Ancient magic. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're an old one. I frowned. Old one? Only the council members were old. "Emelda," I turned. "There you are, I was wondering where you ran off to." Tiberius came in our direction cutting off my connection with.. I didn't know her name.