The Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

She placed their limb bodies on an altar. The air pulsed with an eerie energy as the necromancer began her ritual, tracing patterns in the air. Whispers of ancient spells filled the room. Candles flickered as magical energies intertwined, drawing power from the void. As the chants grew louder, a ghostly light filled the room. The necromancer, acting as a bridge between worlds, reached into realms beyond death. The boundary between life and death trembled, and Lilith's body twitched as if guided by invisible forces. The necromancer's voice, with its haunting melody of ancient tongues, reverberated through the chamber.

"*Xakoroth zirith narvathel zolnirith, Natharim tor-velen xorvathoth vargeloth. Xorothiel varinthil nar-koroth, Zilgathil mor-veloth bel-narvathel. Zolnirith xor-narvathoth nar-doroth, Zorothil nar-velen elgaroth bel-zorvathoth*" As the final words of the incantation left his lips, a great burst of energy erupted from the necromancer's hands, engulfing him and the man he sought to trap. A wall of darkness rose up around them, solidifying into an impenetrable barrier that nothing could break through. Inside the wall, the necromancer and the man stood, the necromancer laughing loudly at his first plan working perfectly, "finally", he cried out, "I can't wait to get my hands on those powers.

“Necromancy? That is forbidden magic. Even the Council would not dare.” “They already dared everything else. Why not this?” I turned to Elena. She stood with her freed family at the edge of the crowd. Still uncertain. Still afraid. “What do you know about the Council and necromancy?” Elena went pale. “They have a blood witch. An old one. She specialises in death magic. Resurrection. Reanimation.” She swallowed hard. “They used her to maintain the binding spells on us. She could reach into our minds even when we slept. Make us see things. Do things.”

~ KATALEYA ~ “Necromancy is one of the deadliest abilities one can possess. One that no one on this earth should ever have been given access to. It doesn’t just raise the dead. It twists the very basis of reality. It callously tears at the veil between life and death. Those who practice it aren’t just summoning spirits. They, like Mama said, rip the spirits from eternal rest, warping their very essence into something vile and inhumane. The dead do not return as they were, but as hollow, tormented shadows, bound by the twisted will of the necromancer.”

“I just need to sever the ancient evil’s hold on him.” The Necromancer chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “Oh, young one,” he murmured, tilting his head. “You still don’t understand, do you? That kind of bond—the one between him and the ancient evil—is not simply a curse.” His grin widened. “It’s possession. It’s fate. And it does not break so easily.” Rigel gritted his teeth. “Then tell me what will.” The Necromancer’s gaze darkened. “There is a ritual,” he admitted, voice dipping into something almost reverent. “An ancient one. A forbidden one.”

Aeneas and his brother are expectant, all the others turn to their wolves as well and Pearl sits next to me. "First things first, my brother has the ability to numb your powers, isolate them if you would like." He pauses to let that information sink, and everyone seems a bit scared after hearing it. "He will block abilities from many races and this will cause a reaction from them. But do not believe for a second that it will weaken our enemy. The necromancers have made deals with the dead, and those deals include a strength that is now part of them. So taking them away from their casting abilities will only cause confusion for a short while, then they will retaliate quickly and with an inhum

I gasped and he nodded. "Yeah they kill the men they sleep with, and then they produce something called a cambion, a half-demon half-mortal child." I shook my head as if to get the thoughts out of my head. "How do you know I'm not supernatural?" I asked and he shrugged. "I trust that you are human. I have this feeling about you," he said scratching the back of his head. "I can smell that you are human," he said through gritted teeth and I could sense his mood changing again.

Its sizes varied and the more it was away from him, the bigger it became. “I beseech you to rise from your slumber and heed my command! Stop all the winged creatures that dare to leave the Forsaken Land and bring them to me!” Due to his necromancy, his once wavering soft voice grew dark and imposing – a must to perform the ritual of necromancy.

The Trerth haven't been spotted in ten years, so we won't be the first to run into them,” the phrase within said as it moved ahead and followed the other henchman who was following Nelanian. Nelanian got to the point where he wouldn't speak anything in front of him, only absolute darkness. He'd never had enough for the watches to summon him, yet there was no other way for him to go away without his body. His mind was degrading from the inside out, and he was aware of it at all times. It was only a matter of time until he succumbed to his injuries. I decided a little prayer wouldn't harm, even though he wasn't religious. He addressed the founding figures of Alchemy, Cythis and Bevana, the ori

"Greythorne family operatives. They attacked us, trying to kill Sera and stage it as another ritual murder. And they're using vampire-witch bonded pairs to combine magic types." Matthias's expression darkened. "Bonded pairs? Working for the Greythornes?" "For centuries," Sera said. "That's how they've maintained control. Secret bonds, hidden away, used to manipulate both sides of the conflict. They needed both types of magic to recreate Aldric's murder perfectly." "Where is Lord Cassius?" Matthias asked. "He fled," Elara reported. "When the attack started going badly, he ran. But we have witnesses now. Proof of the conspiracy."