Strongest Necromancer System Novels & Stories

"It's a powerful necromancer, and it's been manipulating us from the start." The necromancer's lips curled into a twisted smile, its gaze fixed upon us with a chilling intensity. "Very perceptive, little human," it said, its voice a guttural, otherworldly rumble. "But you are too late to stop what is coming." It raised its hand, and the air crackled with the energy of its dark power. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons raised in a desperate attempt to defend against the impending onslaught.

I just wanted to slap myself. Rumour has it that Azabrahs were Marcellus’ project and creation. He made them the first line of protection and guardians of entry to Waltherra. Marcellus is the strongest warrior and most powerful telepath in the underworld, well, probably in the Soovaree realm, too. Still, he is also a necromancer—the future king of the underworld, the world of death, demons and punishment. Gosh, I am so damn stupid. I cannot kill the creatures made by necromancers with necromancy. I have just fed them with my energy. I have weakened myself to make them stronger and hungrier to kill once they wean off my time paralysis magic. Idiot, that’s what I am. Attacking them with necrom

"What of it?" "In the past there was a group called necromancers, they were vampires who discovered a way to become stronger through drinking the right type of blood" Raphael gave her a glance "Every being on earth has their own special blood, but drink that of a high alpha werewolf, and a noble vampire, it opens a whole new world of possibility" "What does a necromancer do?" Rebecca asked. "Dark magic, bring the dead back to life, some want to use its power to conquer the world, me, I want to cure the vampire curse"

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!

"Then why the hell are you helping them?" Nathan studied the blade in his hand. "Don't you understand? The whole system is broken. Necromancers, witches, even the normals, there isn't any difference between us. It's just a matter of perspective." I stared at him, the power forgotten in my hand. He was mad, but hadn't I thought something similar not too long ago?

It all came back to her, but what she didn't understand was why he was here? Nara trying to ask as she felt herself and her witches growing weaker, "why are you here? What do you want?". The necromancer bent down to her level smiling evily, "you see I'll tell you, my powers have a little issue, I'm still strong but I need a little enhancement witch. And your nephew is the perfect sacrifice for this", as he said that Nara grunted trying to get him but couldn't, the necromancer laughed standing up straight and moving around.