Shadow Of War Necromancy Novels & Stories

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Martha held up her hand, palm open, continuing the chant, repeating it with fervor and a new understanding. Death fueled shadow magic. Hate. Anger. All the dark things that sullied the world. The spell was the most powerful she had ever attempted since Ava infused the revenant soul with hers. She had to release control to it. Allow the magic to run its course. Nico’s body went rigid, lines of strain creasing his brow.

I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control. But I have to feed it, if I don’t, it wins out and .... well… It doesn’t come to that anymore since I have been able to live with it in a … in a legal way.” I looked at him, thinking about what he was saying. When I was fighting it really was the animal in me, and when I was into it, I wanted more. I needed more, my mind wouldn’t let me get away from it. I knew I could kill easily, and have no feelings about it. I knew in my heart that was the next step, that was my body and mind wanted. I craved that kind of control over someone, to hold their life in my hands.

This had to be the spot. Using every fiber of my being, I hit the earth with the shovel, continuing to upheave the wet dirt until I finally struck flesh. "That has to hurt." With caution, I used the shovel's tip to carve a sigil to the earth. The symbol glowed, giving a dull purple glow. It meant her spirit was still bound to the mundane realm. That done, I cut my palm to draw blood and spilled droplets of the crimson red liquid on the crooked body. "Blood of my blood, Vengeful spirit, I summon thee..." I paused and waited for the usual impiccio. Necromancy was unnatural so nature was sure to put up a fight.

Having been raised by his father at a time when magical artifacts were still freely bought and sold, he grew an almost insatiable interest in magic and was keen on keeping the status quo of Alnoc as one of the remaining places in the empire that still practiced magic and where trading in magical artifacts still happened. Jad Enzir stood by the window and watched his servants as they approached the mankora with caution. They pushed a cartload of grain forward and tipped the contents to the ground as the giant bird looked with interest. Suddenly, the mankora flapped its wings and flew several feet above the ground towards the pile of grain. It would have landed nearer the pile but was stopped

Marrock looked around before starting the ignition of the car and in a twinkle of an eye, we were already on the tarred road. How? I asked, looking around. "Well, to fill in your curiosity, I used my powers as the Lycan King to get us out of the forest immediately before the rogues and spiritual beings started coming for us," Marrock said. "Why? The other day, you drove the car gently till we got outside," I asked. "Well, today is different. The rogues and spiritual beings of the forest are outside already by that time, so it's better to use my powers rather than for them to catch up with us," Marrock replied.

There was only the sudden, heavy realization that the body was a vessel, and the vessel was leaking. Purity: A blade required no battery, no signal, and no permit. It was a tool of the wilderness brought into the heart of the "civilized" cage. Silas reached for a smaller, surgical-grade scalpel. This was for the precision work—the "Shadow" work. He thought of Stacy, the youngest. She was the most innocent of the brood, perhaps, but she was still part of the infection. She was the future of the fraud, the next generation being groomed to believe that the world was a garden meant for her amusement.

“If I kill the Mercenaries, the backlash will fry the hearts of every soul in the Outskirts. There has to be a way to sever the connection without shattering the soul.” Nyx laughed, a sound like grinding glaciers. “There is a way. The Ritual of the Severed Shadow. But it was forbidden for a reason, little Sovereign. To untether a soul from the Rot, you must replace the anchor. You must take the burden of their decay into your own marrow and freeze it there.” My breath hitched, coming out as a puff of violet vapor. “I have the Absolute Frost. I can hold the cold.”

Samantha still couldn’t forgive the old geezer—now deceased—who had limped the old Alpha, Caleb’s father. If there was a second chance, Samantha wished that she was the one who had harmed Hank Kasun. She wanted to throttle him herself. This was because he instigated the Great War that had dwindled the members of Shadow Pack. There was another movement again in the dark shrubbery to her right. Samantha was looking around, trying to figure out what animals lay behind it for she could not see right through the shrubbery. The sun had gone down over the horizon hence the dim lights were limiting her acute sight.