Operation Necromancer Novels & Stories

A lot of people expected him to fail, but just like anything else in his life, Colton always found a way to get what he wanted. Behind those icy blue eyes and boyish smile, Colton was a cunning and cold-hearted businessman. He learned everything he knew from his father and his grandfather before that. All the men of the Rhodes family left this earth with a formidable legacy, and Colton planned to do the same. He was going to start making his mark in the world through this first lethal mission: killing Henri Ascott and ending his empire.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

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.

"Did you really not have to kill anyone to gain your power? Like for Necromancers in general, not just you." His question caught me off guard. Why was he stuck on this killing thing? Did they all think we were a bunch of mindless killers? "John, Necromancy isn't something you can buy. It's something we're born with, and I've never heard of a Necromancer taking a life - at least, not outside of the war." He still had that calculating look in his eyes, but our time was up. I watched his dad and the other figures take aim, raising their arms and pointing in our direction.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

He handed it to Andre, who placed it gently onto the ground and then stepped quickly back. The Necromancer held his arms out wide and began his sing-song chant. The tiny table began to shimmer and started to grow. Within a minute, it had expanded to full size. The Necromancer continued chanting, shifting his tone as he began the incantation that activated the table and called the imprisoned eyes to the surface. When they were all glowing brightly, he fell silent for a few moments, gathering his breath.

I caught the Necromancer's limp form, my fangs bared as I tore into his throat, finishing the kill with ruthless efficiency. As I discarded the lifeless body, another Necromancer lunged at me from behind, but I sensed his approach and spun around, grasping him with an iron grip. With a swift, fluid motion, I snapped his neck, ending his life instantly. His body crumpled to the ground, and I swiftly turned my attention to the next victim, courtesy of Atreyu's expert toss. I caught the Necromancer's body and, with a brutal display of strength, ripped his heart from his chest with my bare hands.

You couldn’t get more Montague and Capulet than that. “His heart’s beating,” said Maurice. “Are you saying he isn’t dead?” It would take the whole necromancer concept in a very original direction. “No, I think he’s dead. You still need the body to work if you bring it back. Muscles need energy.” “Yes,” I said. “Magic energy.” “I would think so, but apparently it’s a hybrid operation.” Great, our necromancer was Elon Musk.

. A sword embedded itself the dirt wall before her. She caused the dirt hut to disintegrate and pushed herself up. She looked around to find that her foes had doubled in number. How the-- necromancer! Ignoring her shoulder, she ran for her sword and like hell on wheels, began to tear through the army of skeletons and incomplete flesh around her. In a split second, she caught the eye of the necromancer and held his gaze. His face paled. Not in fear.... But in complete dullness of mind. The army of skeletons abruptly stopped attacking. Eleanor looked around in confusion, coiled to spring into action at any time. Everything within her electrical dome was immobile. Was he being manipulated? She

Many creatures began to discuss heatedly. Wyot’s memories give James information about the Master Necromancer. However, the Master Necromancer was not from the current era but the Space Race Era. His cultivation rank was quite ordinary, but he was at least a Terra Acmean. He wielded terrifying sorcery and produced an army of powerful undead. The death spirits created by the Master Necromancer were unthinkably strong, as they had no fear of death. Moreover, they were immortal as long as their body and soul were not completely destroyed together.