Seoul Station Necromancer Novels & Stories

It was not worth it at all. The sect master of the Divine Blood Sect, Scent of the Divine Blood, Selmer, shook his head as he stepped through the teleportation door and headed straight for his sect's palace. … Norm stood up from his seat in front of the Divine Blood Stone Wall after he was done producing his Divine Veins. He went toward the group of people staring at him. Norm turned back to look at Chase. Chase was still seated in meditation with his eyes closed. Norm found it strange that he could not sense any aura coming from Chase.

Hilts humming with purple mana-runes. "These are for the 'Heart of the Traitor'." Sebastian's voice dropped. "Designed to bypass werewolf hide without a sound. Lord Valerius thought you might find them useful for your... meeting with the Alpha." I picked up a dagger. Felt like an extension of my arm. Cold steel whispered promises of blood and broken oaths. "And the final crate?" "Master Gravemind's gift." Sebastian's eyes gleamed. "A staff made from the spine of the first Necromancer. It will allow you to command the shadow army he is currently raising for you."

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

“An ancient one. A forbidden one.” Rigel didn’t blink. The Necromancer watched him closely, as if waiting for him to flinch. When he didn’t, the creature sighed and continued. “To sever the ancient evil’s claim,” he said slowly, deliberately, “you must offer something equally powerful.” Rigel swallowed hard. He already knew what was coming. “A life,” he said, voice hollow. The Necromancer smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Not just any life,” he corrected. “A life bound to Daniel’s soul. A life deeply entwined with his fate.”

Ryker stiffened beside her. Selene smiled. "Meet my new ally," she said. "High Priestess Nyx of the Abyssal Coven." The reaction was instant. Chaos. "You’ve lost your mind!" Alpha Harlan growled, leaping to his feet. "You’ve brought a necromancer into our sacred chamber!" "A practitioner of soulbinding!" spat Luna Mireya. "This is sacrilege!" Ryker turned sharply toward her. "Selene… what the hell is this?"

"We have heavy armor, infinite munitions, and a mobile server node. We are abandoning Sector 8 and Sector 7. We are marching on Sector 6." There was a brief pause on the line. "Sector 6 is the Neon Ward," Brog, the Awakened Blacksmith, rumbled. "In the Great Machine, that corresponds to the Labyrinth of Illusions. It is a place of deception, Player. The Admin does not use brute force there. They use traps." "I know," Ren said. The Neon Ward was the entertainment and commercial hub of Aethelgard. It was a dense, claustrophobic urban jungle of towering holographic advertisements, elevated transit rails, and narrow, twisting avenues. It was a nightmare for heavy armor.

"Can he do that, I mean how?" "Necromancers serve as link between the dead and the living. I'm alive and human, but not the other creatures, they're not of the physical world and only a necromancer can take them there. What you see happening to your town is as a result of his coming, as he draws nearer so will the disaster get worse. So by the time he arrives, the remaining survivals will be annihilated by the abomination he'll invite to your world." "How do we stop him?"

The rest of the story was irrelevant at this juncture. “The Necromancer class is a great class, but it has a fatal flaw. The caster must be capable of seeing all that he controls, or else he loses the ability to control them.” Chief Priest Kaka frowned as he waved his hand, summoning a gust of wind that cleared the dust before him. On his hand, one of his many rings shone with a green hue, and the wind that Chief Priest Kaka summoned came from it. “Clear the smoke,” Chief Priest Kaka instructed Village Head Samoa, and the latter’s eyes lit up like a lantern. A green glow escaped those dead eyes and pierced through the dust cloud, clearing it all away with a single look!