Rogue Lineage Necromancer Novels & Stories

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

His eyes, hollow and filled with black fire, bore into Rigel like daggers. The Necromancer. A monster. A legend. A last resort. “I need your help,” Rigel said, forcing his voice to remain steady. The Necromancer grinned, revealing too many teeth. “You need forbidden magic,” he corrected. “Which means you need a price to pay.” Rigel tensed. He had expected this. Nothing came without a cost. “I don’t care what it takes,” Rigel said. “I just need to sever the ancient evil’s hold on him.”

I have to prepare. I begin planning. Escape routes that might not work. Fail-safes that could fail. Contingencies for scenarios I never wanted to imagine. My heart pounds. My hands shake. My mind races in jagged, broken lines as I map out what I might do if the collapse comes faster than I can contain it. I know I will have to drop the calm, the honey, the carefully measured face of Arachne. I know that when the time comes, I will have to become the sorceress they all fear. The one I used to be. The one I buried under years of patience and precision.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

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}

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

…included among them were corpses of cultivators, some even wearing the white robes of the outer sect disciples of Ye Sect. The creepy sight sent shivers to everyone’s bodies. “Necromancy?!” Zhi Ruo was surprised. However, she didn’t dwell on her feelings and started to observe the situation. She sent a test attack on one of the Steel-jawed Direwolf nearest her spot. The beast was split neatly in half at the center of its head, with its left and right side falling in opposite directions. However, it only took less than a minute for the bones to fuse back once more.

“Scry ahead, you fool.” He located a lute amongst the packed goods, and settled himself against the side of the cart, as he began to strum. Narayan and Tilyth were mounted, waiting for me. I settled into the saddle, controlling the horse with my knees as I rolled the kohl between my hands. I would wear the marks of a necromancer now until the war was concluded, as was traditional. Ruelke signalled for the convoy to begin moving, and Leongrad yelled the command to the soldiers. I sent the direction for my skeletons to fall in behind me.