The Death Of The Necromancer Novels & Stories

"Unlike you, Nikolai, I'm not ready to die yet. There's so much life has to offer and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it before I die." "Speaking of death, how are you still alive?" I asked, aware Hazel was staring at him with every concentration possible. "Last I remember, you shot yourself dead" Arthur Flamecrest smile faded. "For your information, that wasn't me." "Bullshit," I leaned forward. "I saw you pull the trigger. You blew your brains off. I'm not blind." Arthur Flamecrest ordered his men to bring in some drinks. "What do you fancy?" He asked us. Not once did his gaze waver to his daughter. "We've got beer, whiskey, brandy—"

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

"Look, his mom isn't well. Seeing him like this could break her. Let's just get the cremation over with." She bit her lip and scurried off to call Brandon's mother. I could not help but smirk, wondering how they would try to thwart my plans. 'You enjoy playing dead, Brandon? Fine, I'll play along and send you straight to hell,' I mused. As the crematorium van pulled up, Brandon's mother arrived, just in time to see the workers lifting her son's body. "You witch! The Scott family's luck turned sour the day we welcomed you. You've taken my son from me, and now you won't even let me see him one last time?"

Yet, there was nothing I could do. I tried asking for my father's help, but he would not believe me. I was not surprised. Who would believe something so cruel and horrendous had actually happened? I could only watch as the Larsons claimed Hazel's remains and acted as though they would give her a proper burial at the cemetery. I was there on the day her body was cremated. I wished I could just beat the Larsons to death when I saw how pretentious they were. Yet, I had a sudden realization at that very moment. I should let these people climb up to a higher spot so that the fall would hurt more.

💉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.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

and then Francis's head was crushed under the weight of the Wight King's boot. Before his head was completely crushed, the fallen necromancer regained control of his body and mind, and screamed. "I am Francis Kemmler, The Lord of Necromancers" ♦ ♦ ♦ From the distance, two figures watched carefully how the entire battle had unfolded "It seems that the‘ Cauldron of Death ’operation was a failure," said one of the figures. "It seems that Number 2's ability to use the‘ Dominus Maximum ’is rusting away."

Heh- "But there are some shocking news too. Do you know any of his family members?" "They... They are all dead." "Ohh... I'm sorry about that." "What are the shocking news, doctor?" "The... um, his death... we couldn't have done anything at all for him even if there was a chance of him surviving." "What do you mean?" "His internal organs. They are gone." What'd he say? "Gone? To where? How?" "They... I presume they exploded." ...Say what now?!!!

The sorcerer screamed and began to turn around. - Got .... - And where did you get to? - Aimed at the heart .... - It's your heart there, unfinished shooter! Vic jumped up from the ground when the necromancer was already raising his staff, pointing it towards the peasants. A thin figure with an arrow sticking out just below the back was clearly visible against the background of the sunset. With a huge leap, he overcame the distance separating them and, not yet landing, with a muffled growl slashed at the neck of the enemy. The head separated from the body unexpectedly easily, the blade seemed to meet no obstacle. The necromancer took another step, turning towards Vic, dead green eyes flashin

In the end, they were defeated. The sorceresses and warlocks that participated in that war, saw how the necromancers utilized vile methods of using soul arts and summoning the dead to fight with them They also witnessed the depraved act of life extension. Because most of the necromancers that joined the war during that time support Professor Sonny's research. Life extension plays a vital role in why the new mage community decided to obliterate the necromancers once and for all. Little did they now that the actual proprietor of that wicked magic spell is still set on a loose and was not punished in the least.