The Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Reive asked without a second thought. “Well, I already told you...” muttered the girl. “There are, for example, black necromancers. They can make undetectable poisons from dead flesh, and elixirs from the bones. They can suck cadaveric pus out of corpses, turning them into mummies. Then they poison living people with this pus. They can create a plague and stop it. And clean rivers from the poison of dead bodies... Some of them, the especially strong ones, can raise a dead mouse or a cat. Or any other animal. But this is the most they can do.” Reive nodded his head thoughtfully.

“With aura that lashes around you like the tendrils of a plant and a violent heart that sees destruction wherever it is laid, you received the title of Red Rose when the world knew nothing of Barbarians. You truly are worthy of your title as the strongest Barbarian. But…” Chief Priest Kaka lifted his hands as he spoke. His rings glowed brightly as the fallen bodies of the Wind Demons that Red Rose had just obliterated came alive once more! “I am a Necromancer. If you are Red Rose, then I am the black fog that will block the rays of the sun from getting to you.”

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

I refused to accept less than As at school and strived for perfection. It was all part of the façade-the illusion of perfection-because if it looked flawless from the outside, no one would see the fucked-up mess on the inside. That mirage was a disguise to hide the turmoil and chaos rampant in my mind. It was just how I lived-since Will. Everything pristinely organized and well put together. My neurotic tendencies would drive even the most angelic man to drink. When Gray saw them for what they were, they would either add to my charm or send him running in the opposite direction-I'd bet money on the latter.

"He said she was involved." "See, vampires have this thing called thrall. We can take over and control the mind of another. Technically we all can do it, but it takes a lot of practice and it's really only the older ones that can do it. Mother is exceptionally good at it." "And she does it do Isaac?" "I shouldn't be telling you this. We should be focusing on the issue at hand, which is getting you ready. You've got a lot of competition, and I can't have my work insulted publicly."

She already knew it wasn’t him. The scent was wrong—sharper, sour-sweet like wet fur and ash. She rose slowly, fingers twitching toward the blade at her thigh. From the shadows stepped a man—tall, lean, with copper eyes that glowed faintly even in the failing light. His black cloak rippled with each step, and the faintest smirk played on his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled. “They said the bond would make you glow. But I didn’t believe them.”

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

But standing in front of him now, seeing the barely restrained fury in his eyes, I realized just how foolish that had been. "Now," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "the spell. I won't ask again." I fumbled for the words, my mind scrambling to recall the incantation I had spoken just moments before. When I finally recited it, his reaction was immediate and explosive. He cursed, the sound reverberating through the cavern like a clap of thunder. "You didn't just call me here," he growled, his hands curling into fists. "You've bound me to you, indefinitely."