Rogue Lineage Necromancer Novels & Stories

I demanded. "The one that's been tracking bloodlines for decades." His smile was terrible. "You think your brother's attack was random? You think Tehila's bond with the Beta's son was a coincidence?" He coughed, blood flecking his lips. "They're coming for her bloodline next." "Who is 'they'?" "Kill me and find out. Or let me live and I'll tell you everything." His eyes gleamed with desperate cunning. "But choose fast, Rogue King. Because they're already here."

Kael grabbed the rogue by the throat and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack stone. “Who sent you?” The rogue only smiled, blood dribbling down his chin. “You’re already too late.” Kael slammed him again. “Answer me.” The rogue’s eyes slid past Kael, locking onto Lyra. His smile widened, feverish, almost worshipful. “There she is.” Fear twisted in Lyra’s stomach, cold and sharp. The rogue’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The lost bloodline.” Kael’s grip tightened until the rogue choked. “What does that mean?”

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

"Get Vydes powder, Nicklaus, Anthony, Leonardo and Alexandra. Meet me in the dungeon." Adrastos and Garion watched him stalk off and shared a look. Anariah was out to play. The parts of Andreas that made an appearance while torturing the guards, the ones who were at the door and the ones who had been in on it, was his Dragon, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Necromancer and Ghast. The Dragon for a guilty dragon. The Demon for a guilty demon. The Ghast for a guilty ghast. The Necromancer for a guilty necromancer.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

"Your lordship, my men are ready and willing to shed blood. We are at your service whenever you give us the go ahead." Rage stood and smiled grimly. "Granga, my brother, you have done well with your men." He looked at each of them, noting their bulging muscles and he nodded. His experiment had gone well, indeed. "I take it the necromancer made good on his promise?" He lifted an eyebrow in question. "Very well, your lordship, care for a demonstration?" Granga did not wait to hear Rage's reply, he turned to the mass of men waiting, and swept his arm in an arc." Balu, show the master your skills."

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

A line that destroyed everything and sadly never gave the results people truly wanted or results that they never expected. It was a misnomer honestly. They shouldn’t be called life force mages. No, they should be honest and call themselves necromancers. Because nothing was born from their magics. People and creatures always died for the sake of some temporary gain that was never really what they wanted. It was an endless pursuit of disappointment and unhappiness. He didn’t understand it and he was too disgusted by it all to even want to try.

“The truth lies in the blood. This must be about those creatures - the beasts.” Damien leaned closer, pointing to another passage. “Look here: ‘A corrupted lineage creates monsters, but only the untainted can undo the curse.’” Nicola’s heart sank as the weight of the words hit her. “My father’s work wasn’t just about protecting the lineage - it was about stopping whoever’s corrupting it. That’s why the rogue was transforming - someone’s tampering with the bloodline.” “And they’re targeting you because you’re part of the untainted bloodline,” Dylan said grimly.