The Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

Zedekiel stepped forward, unbothered by the filth beneath his black boots. He raised his hand, and the necromancer’s battered body lifted from the ground, levitating in the air as if strung up by invisible threads. The necromancer let out a wretched cry, his body convulsing in agony. His limbs dangled uselessly, his blackened skin cracking open as fresh blood seeped from his wounds.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

“You’re part of something much bigger than you realize. Something that’s been hidden from you your whole life. And now that they know who you are… they’re coming for you.” My blood ran cold as his words sank in. I opened my mouth to ask more, to demand an explanation, but before I could speak, a loud howl pierced the air, cutting through the silence like a knife. Ronan’s expression darkened. “We need to keep moving. Now.” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed my hand, pulling me back into the night. The hunt wasn’t over—not yet.

She chuckled darkly. “Oh, Dakota.” She sat up straighter. “There are worse things than pain.” Carter raised an eyebrow. Helen smiled. A true one this time. “There are betrayals that break bones much cleaner than any knife.” Carter studied her carefully. “You’ve already begun something you may not be able to stop.” Helen met his gaze. “Good.” She leaned back. “I don’t intend to.” The lights flickered again. The sea wind whispered through the broken walls. And Helen Stone sat calmly in the dark, planning a future that would destroy everyone who dared rise against her.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

My eyes pop open, and I pull the covers away from my face before craning my neck back to look at him. “What?” “Naman. He was the one who changed Caius into an immortal.” “What? Are you sure?” I whisper after a moment of silence. “From what he has told me, yes. Very sure.” “But...how? Why?” Beau leans forward, staring at me with red eyes so very different from the subtle brown I’m used to. “Naman was the leader of the Old War. He was the Commander in charge.” My eyes widened. Now the name rings a bell. I remember Professor Evans teaching us about the Old War in class.

"Now take me... and let the rest of the world burn." Gabriel let out a harsh, dark growl, spinning Julian around on the desk as the loud, rhythmic horns of the newly stolen container fleet roared across the rain-swept harbor outside, announcing the birth of their dark, terrifying new reign.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

"You should all know how terrifying a Skybound Revenant is. It can fly, burrow, and possess immense power. "Necrobounds thrive on human vitality. If one of them successfully evolves into a Skybound Revenant, I'd say the death of tens of thousands of people would be a conservative estimate."