Rogue Lineage Necromancer Novels & Stories

The kind that comes from someone who knows exactly what’s about to happen… and doesn’t want it to. I had never seen anything like it. His body started folding into itself, like his bones were trying to rearrange. Muscles jumped and tensed under the skin, twisting in waves that made my stomach turn. A dry crack, loud, brutal, echoed through the air as his jaw shifted forward in a grotesque way. He stumbled, staggering backward, and for a second I thought he would fall. But he didn’t. His body held on, even if his mind seemed to have already let go. That’s when the nails started to grow. Too fast. They were dark, gnarled, and shaped into sharp claws, like curved blades sprouting from his finge

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

Her curiosity is killing her. “Amonette took care of everything. And I also have the elders who served my father dearly before me.” “Would you mind if I ask what happened?” “During the process of replacing the treasures at the bottom of the shield, the protection that is emitting from it also weakens. That time, it was my first time doing the process. It was my tenth year of serving the dominant pack as the Alpha. As the head family, I, Monta, my father, and my mother were present in the underground ceremony. We didn't know what happened back then. We never became the subject of those tugs and robbers before, and that was the first time, during my lead. They attacked us coming from different

"There has to be something here about corruption, about cleansing…" "Contact!" a warrior shouted. "Rogues approaching from the north!" And suddenly the night exploded into violence. Rogues poured from the forest, more than should have been possible to organize, moving with military precision. But these weren't ordinary rogues; their eyes glowed with an unnatural red light, and they moved without fear, without self-preservation, like puppets controlled by unseen strings. "They are being compelled," Rhyker growled, his wolf rising to the surface. "Someone is using magic to control them."

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

He hid his most valuable artifacts and gave the remaining ones to his friends from the Thieves Guild, asking them to deliver the items to Limdor. Bags of luggage were lying near the necromancer's headboard, and he planned on finding a horse outside the city wall. Maybe it wouldn't be the best, but any would do. He was a good rider and could handle even an unsaddled mount. If your life might one day depend on a skill, you were bound to become an expert. On the night of the fifth day, Rene was rudely awakened by somebody shaking his shoulder. The sleepy necromancer's first thought was I'll kill you, then raise your corpse, then kill you again. And I'll make it painful.

"We don't need his research. We have Ilyra. We have the Accord. We have each other. Burn it." Archer stepped forward with a torch. One by one, the servers sparked and died. The notebooks curled into ash. Decades of cruelty, reduced to smoke and silence. Voss watched, and something in him broke. Not remorse. His face didn't have the capacity for remorse. Just defeat. The slow, creeping realization that everything he had built was turning to nothing. "You're making a mistake," Voss whispered. "The Moon-Wolf bloodline is a corruption. It will destroy itself eventually. Bonds break. Mates die. Love fails. I was trying to perfect you. To make you invincible."

- **Passive 2: Blood Shift** – Shift into any creature/person/myth (No limit; Perfect mimicry). - **Active 1: Crimson Forge** – Manipulate blood as weapon/armor (HP Steal on hit). - **Active 2: Ruby Resurrection** – Revive pack w/ blood price (Self-deducts). - **Ultimate: Sanguine Eclipse** – Flood area w/ controllable blood ocean (Drowns armies). **Deep Script Branch (Sovereign – Unlocked)** - **Passive: Script Fluency** – All 1,000+ lines available; rewrite minor laws.