The Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

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}

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him. I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a n

Jim had to place his palms against the damp, chilly walls to keep from losing his footing. “Yes, this is one of the most difficult and deadly workings that Monanom taught to her followers,” said Father Powers. “It crosses every barrier of the natural order and turns a resting place for the dead into a vessel for unborn life. To create one, you have do some ungodly and unspeakable things, lad. Things no decent, sane human being would ever consider, but that’s what it takes to create any object of immense power.” “What do you do with these grave eggs?”

The mortals beside their towering rocks were drooling stinky black liquids, their hands raised toward the moon, trying so hard to catch it. Patting the dirt away from his golden armor, he rolled his head and glared at them. “Is that all you’ve got? Sadly, even with your abilities combine, you’re still incapable of putting a scratch on me. I must commend you, though. You’ve decapitated all my allies in just one blow.” He looked up suddenly when the moon was entirely covered with a reddish glow. “Ah, now we’ll see Zheira’s awakening. Watch closely, Vladimir! The woman you fantasized would be the one to end your miserable life.”

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

“They’ve brought reinforcements. Something else. Something alive.” I tried to comprehend what he meant, but before I could, the shadows shifted violently, and a figure—larger than any human, moving with an almost fluid, unnatural speed—emerged from the smoke. It was impossible to judge its form in the dim light, a silhouette that was both terrifying and incomprehensible, radiating menace with every deliberate movement. It moved with intent, with the singularity of purpose that made my skin crawl and my stomach drop, and I realized, with cold certainty, that the forest had become a predator of its own, bending the world to its will.

She raised one hand letting faint blue light glow from her palm as she examined the corpses without touching them and then she nodded slowly her voice calm but grave when she spoke. “They were under a binding spell,” she said quietly. “A very old and very powerful one. If they tried to say the name of their master or reveal any identifying details the poison would activate instantly killing them before the words could leave their mouths. This is the same magic we saw with the runner at the border. Whoever is behind this is using necromantic wards to protect their identity. It is not something that can be broken easily. The spell dies with the messenger.” I ran a hand through my hair exhaling

As his words echoed across the battlefield, the army responded, rising from the ground with a synchronized precision that was nothing short of terrifying. Magic swirled around the corpses, dark tendrils of energy wrapping around their bodies, stitching them together with a malevolent force. Veyra could feel the magic in the air, thick and heavy, like the weight of the world pressing down on her chest. It was necromancy at its worst, an abomination that should have been impossible, and yet, here it was.

I trailed my fingers up his chest absentminded. “I told you my ability lies in the mastery of life. It’s the one thing dark ones don’t truly have. It’s why they kill and feast on those who live. Even though it only sustains them for a short while. But when I summon it, sort of like I did with Landon, well - it’s a different story. They crave what I have but… too much of it is toxic to them.” Images of the forest flashed back and I winced as the memories came back.