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.

Necromancer? "She can raise zombies, talk to ghosts and other dead, and she can heal the undead. Useful to have around. She's our primary conduit to Jeremiah." "Which one's he?"

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."

Abilities you should be expecting a future necromancer of BBP to have ; 1) Blood bending 2) Speaking to the dead Only if they haven't moved on to the after life. Necromancers can as well see ghosts. 3) Raising the dead in evil ways for their own purpose Only if they haven't moved on to the after life. Necromancers do not raise the dead for the purpose of another person. They do so, for their own good and favour. Even if not in their favour, they cannot perfectly raise the dead as so, their will always be a side effect.

' She slumped down, unable to carry the weight of the ache in every throbbing cell in her body, every corner and bend. 'A mind game that kills. I am powerful, little girl of my blood, powerful. I killed the mother of your mother, the first of your descendant and I have killed the third, fourth, fifth… oh, so many of your ancestors, and I will kill you, the last of you and then there shall only be me, my darkness. Only the shadows.' He swayed, to his own song and Aurora knew he had crossed the border of sanity a long time ago. A kind of crazy dance to endless, insane tune.

Her gaze searched his face, her mouth parting as if she were bracing for a truth she didn’t want to hear. Tharien swallowed. The echo of the ritual chamber he had never seen pressed in on his thoughts: the cold rush, the hollow silence, the way something in the world had learned to breathe where love had been cut away. The knowledge settled into him with brutal clarity. If bonds can be cut, then bonds can get you killed. The logic formed clean and sharp, sliding into place alongside every other rule he’d ever used to survive. He looked at Nori through that lens and felt a spike of fear he hadn’t expected.

“Your lifebond year has come again, Lucien. It’s your duty to fulfill your rites before the year’s end.” “A hundred years, like clockwork”, Anselm added. “Yet somehow, when it’s your turn we all flinch.” Lucien folded his hands. “Because you fear what you don’t understand.” “No”, Lady Isolde spoke up sharply. “We fear what you refuse to control. The lifebond is merely transactional.” Raoul leaned forward. “A century ago, you crossed the line with your lifebond. You took her ailing daughter, turned her and raised her. You gave her access to classified records. She now walks our halls with your seal.”

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

He holds me in a vice-like grip, pulling me closer to him. “If you go near April again, I will lock you in a room and never let you see the light of day again.” His voice is low and menacing, “is that understood?” The threat in his eyes is real. “I didn’t…” But I don’t finish explaining myself. The darkening in his eyes is proof enough that anything I say will land on deaf ears. In his eyes I hurt April. And I’m the villain for that. Besides, I don’t need his understanding. I need my freedom.

The dark night was lit only by the shinning flames of ritual candles. Valtor stood surrounded by witches, their low chants echoing in the eerie silence. They worked quickly, forming a shimmering void in the center of the altar—a portal meant to tear through to Dreadfall Citadel. One witch stepped forward, her hood casting shadows over her face. “This spell is dangerous. If it collapses, we cannot undo the damage.” Valtor’s eyes narrowed, impatience flashing in his dark gaze. “I don’t care,” he growled. “Just make sure it doesn’t collapse. If you fail me, I’ll rip your heads off one by one.”