Operation Necromancer Novels & Stories

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

The necromancer began to rapidly age before their eyes, his skin turning dry and wrinkling before peeling away from his bones until all that was left was a skeleton, which eventually toppled to the ground with a cluttering sound. Zeke and Sébastien stared in silence at the pile of bones on the ground, both of them wondering if Gilbert was really gone for good. The necromancer had the uncanny ability to resurrect himself and they couldn't help but feel cautious about his apparent death. Hearing the voices of the three women behind them, Zeke shifted back and they turned to watch them approach.

he headed for a room while Carter followed him. They both got into the room. There were fifty weak demons in the room. They moaned and strained like they were about to die. "Are these demons?" Carter asked in amazement. "No. They are the qualities we need in this fight against Alpha Nemesis" Alpha Nolan scoffed. "These are not qualities" Carter shook his head. "They are dying" he made a disappointed face. "They won't die. They are like this just because they are not ripe to be awake. And luckily, I have found a way around that. They will be up and well once they feed" Alpha Nolan related.

"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?"

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

"We always wondered why the Moon Goddess didn't strike him down. We wondered how a wolf could poison the earth, torture Elementals, and twist the laws of nature without Her intervention. We thought perhaps She had turned Her back on us." Elder Horne leaned forward, his cane clattering against the desk. "What did you find?" Thorpe pushed the book toward the center of the desk. It showed a grotesque illustration: a circle of runes carved not into stone, but into something organic. Something white and porous. "He isn't just using technology," Thorpe choked out. "He is using necromancy. He has created a blind spot." Fennigan frowned, looking at the drawing. "A blind spot? How do you blind a Godd

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

"I'm going to die?" "Not if I can help it," I said fiercely, pulling her closer against my side. "The only way to stop the Hunt mark is to kill the one who placed it," Ronan explained. "Or complete the ritual." "Then we kill the bastard with the scars," I said. "Kael Bloodmane." Ronan's face went grim. "He's not just any rogue, Jaxon. He's a necromancer. A blood mage. He's survived three separate execution attempts by the High Council."

“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.

~ KATALEYA ~ “Necromancy is one of the deadliest abilities one can possess. One that no one on this earth should ever have been given access to. It doesn’t just raise the dead. It twists the very basis of reality. It callously tears at the veil between life and death. Those who practice it aren’t just summoning spirits. They, like Mama said, rip the spirits from eternal rest, warping their very essence into something vile and inhumane. The dead do not return as they were, but as hollow, tormented shadows, bound by the twisted will of the necromancer.”