Scourge Necromancer Novels & Stories

and then Francis's head was crushed under the weight of the Wight King's boot. Before his head was completely crushed, the fallen necromancer regained control of his body and mind, and screamed. "I am Francis Kemmler, The Lord of Necromancers" ♦ ♦ ♦ From the distance, two figures watched carefully how the entire battle had unfolded "It seems that the‘ Cauldron of Death ’operation was a failure," said one of the figures. "It seems that Number 2's ability to use the‘ Dominus Maximum ’is rusting away."

, I ask cluelessly. "Dark orb. It is an ancient dark magic. It takes great black magic, years of experience and alot of blood to cook up that", Tash explains. "Whoever we are up against is really strong. We should be happy if it is just one because if there are two or more then we are in for deep shit", Tareem admits and a smirk appears on his lips. "An actual opponent at last", Tareem chuckles and we exchange glances at each other.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

I can feel his shame, but I simply can't understand why James, even he, would betray me. "Great, now I have you both as a focal point!" The necromancer said excitedly. Immediately, I feel my energy start to drain. Strïth is fighting against these chains that bind us. "The castle is almost completely overrun," James reported. "Now you can keep your promise." His expression is serious as he faces the necromancer. "Go ahead, you know where to find it." The necromancer replied. The Orb begins to glow black and the pieces of bodies move, coming together and beginning to create yet another unholy creature, and it's stronger because there are threads of Shadow, Light, and Metal, sewing and joining

I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes. “In any other circumstance, I’d approve of what Brandon Price did. Kujo would’ve literally eaten him alive in five years tops, so he really needed to get rid of it. And I’m not sure he knew how the ritual worked when he accepted to perform it. Surely the witch involved only told him it would sever the attachment.” “Were you able to find out anything about it?”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

“Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.” A woman strode out of the ruins of the mage college. She paused, looking over at us, and the wind caught in the edges of her black cloak, and swirled the long tangles of her hair. Fierce, I thought, and arrestingly beautiful in the way of a wild creature, her eyes glowing like topaz within the black smeared deliberately in a band across her eyes, as if she wore a mask. Fingers had dragged the black down her left cheek in lines, and up her right temple.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.