Novel & Cerita The Boundless Necromancer

"Do you even know what you are?" Her heart raced. She stumbled back, grabbing a broken chair leg as a weapon. But there was no attacker—just the shadows growing thicker behind her. Twisting. Breathing. And then, from the darkest corner of the room, he emerged. Tall. Lean. Eyes like bleeding stars. A man—no, not a man. A vampire. He looked at her like he’d been waiting for centuries. And then he bowed. "At last," he said. "The Bloodbound Heir returns."

I’d never been this close to him before, but it was like looking at Gutemberg a few years older. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for the impact of his presence. His gaze was like a black hole. No warmth, no empathy, no sign of life. His gray eyes seemed to devour everything around them, sucking away any trace of light, leaving only an unfathomable emptiness in its place. It was as if he didn’t see people in front of him, only shapes to be manipulated—as if no one existed on his level.

Another hand was raised in a second. “Go on,” Prof Odessa nudged. “Spell books are heavy to carry around. Does that mean they have to take it everywhere to do magic?” “Well,” Prof Odessa cleared her throat, closing her teaching box with everything she had brought out earlier completely in. “Due to advanced magic, you could shrink a spell book and turn it into a metal necklace.” My memory went back to that night with Kamari. She had touched that small silver book necklace around her neck before she pushed the table towards me. Was she perhaps a siphon? The other girl who had blocked my view of Kai had that exact necklace too, the black-colored version.

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

"Step away from him." The prince smoothly stepped in front of me, placing himself like a shield between the monster and me. He raised his hand, blue-tinted magic dancing across his fingertips like crackling lightning. "She doesn't belong to you, brother," the prince mocked, his voice dripping with cool arrogance. "She never did. You bought a ghost at an auction, thinking you could trap her and rewrite history. But some bloodlines refuse to burn." "I will tear you apart piece by piece," the alpha roared, lunging forward with terrifying speed, his massive claws extended to strike.

Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim. The Master's presence was a living, breathing entity, exuding an aura of unbridled power and malevolence. His very existence seemed to defy nature, as if he had transcended the boundaries of mortality to become a creature of dark legend. A rogue vampire, feared by his own kind, the Master fed directly on human blood, reveling in the terror and destruction he inspired. His thirst for blood was insatiable, his cruelty boundless. The whispers of his atrocities sent shivers through even the most hardened vampire hearts.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

Nathan had the same reaction, so he looked back at Sam, “What thing?” “Something you can lose only once in a lifetime, something you should be giving to an important person and starts with a V,” He smirked at me and Quincey’s eyes went wide at the realization, “ And I want to take it.” “You!!” There was magic in the air all of the sudden. Dark magic. Quincey was mad and the atmosphere got murderous. My hair on everyone’s skin stood up as the electromagnetic field began to expand around Quincy’s body. Oh shit. Is he about to kill someone?

Everything inside me goes cold all over again, the flicker of hope that had been there extinguished. I stare at him, dully, knowing it is not Lucas. But it is Lucas. Lucas’s memories, Lucas’s voice, his face, his hands. He begins to walk away from me, as if disgusted, and despite the shock to my system, my eyes catch some thing from the corner of them. The necromancer is standing on the balcony, holding a black spear which is both thick and heavy. His eyes are gleaming as he looks at Lucas’s back. And then he throws it with a speed that is terrifying.

I can feel his shame, but I simply can't understand why James, even he, would betray me. "Great, now I have you both as a focal point!" The necromancer said excitedly. Immediately, I feel my energy start to drain. Strïth is fighting against these chains that bind us. "The castle is almost completely overrun," James reported. "Now you can keep your promise." His expression is serious as he faces the necromancer. "Go ahead, you know where to find it." The necromancer replied. The Orb begins to glow black and the pieces of bodies move, coming together and beginning to create yet another unholy creature, and it's stronger because there are threads of Shadow, Light, and Metal, sewing and joining