Read The Lone Necromancer Novels & Stories

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding

It was still early and the chances of Lills being asleep and waiting was tiny, but I couldn't help but wonder. I hadn’t had the courage to go there yet, not with the news I carried. But I was finally alone, safe and feeling homesick for her. I closed my eyes and slipped the silver band from my finger. The back of my eyelids glowed white and the world around me changed. I was standing in the middle of our room at the scorchers nest. I let out a defeated sigh, knowing it'd been too much to hope for. I should've gone back then and there, but I had time on my side and nothing else better to do.

I could sense another presence in the dark, and my mind jumped to the only explanation that made sense to me — a rogue must have gotten in. The impossibility of that only sharpened my panic instead of easing it. I stayed frozen against the door, trying to make myself small, and slowly my eyes adjusted enough to make out a shape: something huge, with eyes glowing red, groaning low in a way I couldn't tell was agony or hunger. I could see it drooling. I couldn't catch my breath. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as I begged, voice breaking, for the creature to stay back.

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

So if anybody could answer his questions about necromancers without being suspicious it would be Simon. "I know you read the book and I'm wondering if there is anything about necromancers in it." Said Jace trying to sound casual. "Actually, there is" Simon replied flipping through pages "I've read this book several times and it's crazy because it's always changing. Like every time something new happens in the supernatural world the book adds it. Ana is even in it now. Oh here it is, but there isn't much about necromancers though" Simon grumbled.

Obviously, that was the only detail that had been omitted from the report. "I think we better get on with that amulet-making business," Cassandra said with a blushed face. They all gathered around the grimoire and poured over the pages. And just like the poem from Koschei's chest, the lettering slowly appeared onto the surface for Cassandra. She felt as if she was reading through a thin mist of invisibility, which disappeared whenever she ran her eyes across the book. "You must copy the spell from it," Vasilisa said to Cassandra, who was squinting her eyes with great concentration. "Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'."

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.

Everything inside me goes cold all over again, the flicker of hope that had been there extinguished. I stare at him, dully, knowing it is not Lucas. But it is Lucas. Lucas’s memories, Lucas’s voice, his face, his hands. He begins to walk away from me, as if disgusted, and despite the shock to my system, my eyes catch some thing from the corner of them. The necromancer is standing on the balcony, holding a black spear which is both thick and heavy. His eyes are gleaming as he looks at Lucas’s back. And then he throws it with a speed that is terrifying.

No statue of angels or gargoyles stood sentry near or around it, just untrimmed shrubs and towering trees that looked as old as time. Carved on the black stone were the initials E.R. It was meant to be unanimous to all who looked at it, but to the mage, he knew exactly who this person was buried six feet below. From his coat’s pocket, he fished out a booklet with tattered edges and dog ears. With a single sweep of his palm on the cover, the booklet grew in size enough to read the contents without wincing. It was the necromancy book. He flipped a page with the bookmark and then chanted its contents while shutting his eyes close.

"Jasmine, those who hurt you have paid the price. If there's a next life, you'll be born into a family that truly loves you. "I should go. Work's been a bit busy. Next time, I'll bring your favorite, chilled white wine." Lilith gently brushed the dust from Jasmine's smiling portrait on the stone. She smiled faintly at Jasmine's photo, then turned and walked away. A breeze passed. A small bird flew to the tombstone, flapped its wings lightly, and pecked away the nut on the cake.