Operation Necromancer Novels & Stories

Necromancers were known for their paranoia and trapping of what little they valued. He now had time and space to secure the tome within his pack while he instructed the transfer of the found reagents to chests and other safe containers. No self-respecting mage left their reagents to the elements or time itself. This necromancer just didn’t have a care for anything or was not properly trained or both, Rolo didn’t know or care. This Hannibal could blow himself up for all he cared. Rolo’s concern was for those that Hannibal killed to get what he wanted and who he blew up with him when the time came.

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.

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

Dozens of them. Almas. Nyxes. Even one that looked like Lena, young, fierce, eyes like knives. “Dear God” Lena whispered. Roman muttered, “This isn’t science. This is necromancy.” And at the far end of the lab stood Lucien. He wore a crown of neural wires, plugged into a mainframe that throbbed with energy. “You made it,” he said, voice amplified. “Just in time to witness your own extinction.” Alma stepped forward. “Why? Why keep building more of me?”

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

Opening my eyes, I stared at the mirror gloomily. Doctors asked me to get on my medication, but, it made me feel too controlled, too sane. I liked my deranged mind, I liked my insanity. My insanity fueled my darkness, it made me feel powerful; neurotic. I liked the jumbled up mess that my mind was. It didn't allow me to feel bad and blocked my unusually high empathy level, I hated feelings. With them inside me, I wouldn't hesitate to kill. My mind drifted off to her. Her.

There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tobacco. My older brother starts laughing darkly and snaps his fingers to the side. Before we know it, a housekeeper comes out of nowhere and hands my brother a cane. The cane is a perfect reflection of him. Black steel with no decoration whatsoever. Cold, icy, and empty on the inside. My eyes remain on the pommel, eliciting yet another laugh from Elio. So I finally look up at him, and his glassy eyes continue to stare back at me.

Old money empires built on secrets nobody outside knew aside their clique. I dropped the newest folder into its place among the others, while my fingers lingered on the crisp label for just a moment. PROJECT ZENEX. “Let’s see,” I murmured, “if love would survive this one.”

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}