Strongest Necromancer System Novels & Stories

He had some candles everywhere, books scattered to the sides, and some rats were even walking around. I blinked. I don’t recognize him, but I know him. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the necromancer who could do almost anything. “Please make me stronger,” I said without thinking. The necromancer looked at me “Who are you? Your blood is very active.”

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

"I wouldn't say that for sure." "Why? Is there actually a way to increase necro?" "There is, in fact I'm working on that right now." "How?" "It isn't easy, it requires a painstaking and long process of strengthening your soul. it is called soul cultivation." He raised his pointing finger, "Soul cultivation is a process of strengthening your soul in order to utilize the necro inside you better, strengthening your soul will help you control your necros, which will help you become stronger." "Why is that?"

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

‘Once we’re safe, you’re going to tell me yours and Mateo’s entire history. ‘Sure,’ is Anika’s only response. ‘But first we need to get out of this.’ ‘Right.’ "Oh, Anika, you naughty girl," Armia says, drawing my attention back to her. "You tricked my brother into thinking you died, only to go into hiding." Shit, she could feel Anika? Just how powerful was this bitch? ‘She was the strongest necromancer of our time,’ Anika explains. ‘Her powers outdid those of even the elders.’

My presence commanded it, I suppose, as I had never asked them to, they just did it. It was a spontaneous display of respect, a testament to the authority and presence that I embodied. I hadn't requested this show of deference, but it had become a habitual response to my presence, a nod to the power and influence that I wielded. I suppose I could have stopped them, let them stand at ease in my presence, but what’s the fun in that? “First point of business, where are we at with the Necromancers?” I asked. The Necromancers were the biggest issue we had right now. We were in the middle of trying to make an alliance with them as they were one of the only creatures that could threaten our existen

“Say what you came to say.” Varian tilted his head. “The dead want you, brother. They want their Alpha back.” The ground shook. From behind the heirs’ army, the snow split. Bones clawed their way up. Old armor rattled. Wolves with matted fur and glowing red eyes pulled themselves from the earth. Necromancy. On a scale Malric couldn’t have dreamed of. A hundred undead stood between the heirs and the gates. Ryn cursed. “Gods, I hate magic.”

"What the... why am I hearing things? Did the A.I. rebel and start attacking cities? Is the apocalypse starting? What is happening to me?" "Host, do not be afraid." Terrified, I remained frozen. "What are you?" "Congratulations, Host. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, or The Primordial System, has selected you to be your guide to becoming the strongest in the Universe and participating in the Multiverse." My jaw dropped. "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System? The strongest in the universe? The Multiverse what?" The information overloaded my senses. I sat down, attempting to process the revelation. "The system, the strongest in the universe – is this some kind of joke?"

Like dogs smelling profit, they rushed over without hesitation, trying to tear a piece off me. However, during those hundred days of playing the heir, I had used the Zimmermans’ money to learn freestyle fighting. When my mother swung a liquor bottle at my head, I kicked her away in one strike. In truth, she wasn’t that terrifying. It was only because the old me had been too weak. However, now I was independent and strong. I had pulled myself out of the mud with my own hands. They bullied the weak and feared the strong. When they realized they couldn’t beat me, they switched to moral blackmail.