The Lone Necromancer Novels & Stories

It was a sacred ground, pulsing with old magic, one of the few places left where rituals of life and death could be performed without interference from the fates. Richard carried Ophelia’s limp form through the stone archway, her body shuddering with every breath. Scarlet was right beside them, chanting under her breath, her hands glowing faintly as she did everything she could to keep the ever-spreading rot at bay. Nick and Olivia followed tightly from behind, supporting Marcus, whose steps were heavy, his consciousness fading in and out, but he refused to fall.

Page after page of the Grimoire opened by itself, the pages moving quickly as if enchanted. Even more frightening was the dark mist that appeared with the opening of the Grimoire. "Congratulations, Luna. You have reached the end of the game," the familiar voice echoed. It came from the Grimoire, the voice of the seventh reincarnation that had previously inhabited Rafe's body. "So this is what he's after?" I muttered to myself. I had wondered why the werewolf man had stopped appearing, and now I had the answer. He was preparing this evil plan.

A chill slips down my spine, more from the weight of his words than the night air. Hollow Pines. Just the name feels like a whisper left too long in the dark. A place that doesn’t belong on any map, and yet somehow calls to those who need something lost, answers, power, redemption. Or ruin. "The amulets only work on our side of the border, so we can't be spelled on our lands. But I dont know how I feel about leading you... and everyone else on a witch's territory. Perhaps it would be better if you stayed..."

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

With the picture tucked securely in my pocket, I left Elara’s room, and took a walk back to my own room, locking the door behind me. “Anima in tenebris, levate vis, ignis in ferro, puritatem in sanguine.” I whispered, allowing the cloaking spell that had hidden my athame collection to lift like a veil. Tonight’s sacrifice would be unlike any other. It had to be special; it had to be memorable for Elara. I envisioned her holding her own blade, a pristine weapon untouched by the sins of my past.

“Entering their mansion is like walking into the devil’s lair. No man has ever lived who decided to go against the Romano Empire. They’re merciless to their enemies.” “No man, I know,” I echoed and nodded slowly. “I am not a man, and I am not going to make the same mistake that others did. It’s about time they realize what eye for an eye means.” I shook my head and spoke slowly. “They have to pay. I will make them pay. Romanos played Gods for a long time now. It’s about time they see what hell looks like.” “It is not going to be easy, Lilliana.” I knew that it was a war—a war with an invincible enemy.

But Luca's plan was their biggest threat, and the evil that lay beyond the Delacroix's cellar's door had to remain locked away. "We are sure," Luann sounded firm and confident as she spoke for the coven. Romulus gave them another minute to change their minds. When they didn't, he turned to the keystone and unfurled the scroll with shaking hands. His lips barely moved as he chanted the words engraved on the scroll by his forefathers. 'Keepers of Legend grant this great chance. Reality fabric, get rid of this keystone.' Lightning and thunder flashed across the sky when the keystone began to glow.

His eyes traveled lower down my eyes and his gaze seemed to soften when he realized I was crying. "I do." He said. "But you are supposed to live here." I looked at him unbelievably. Maybe he was a psychopath. Kidnappings girls just for his crazy reasons. Or because he loved calling this place as Underworld. "I'm not going to die here just because of you! However crazy you are, somebody will come here looking for me." I shouted. He raised a brow at that. "You are already dead. And secondly, mortals don't come out here unless they're dead. So no, nobody is coming here for you. And even if they do, they would already be dead." He spoke.

None would. I was led by the guard inside. He left me on the hall and I just stood there for good fifteen seconds before I noticed something. Footsteps. I heard heavy footsteps. I turned at my back and finally saw someone walking down the long and dark staircase. Everything in the place is dark. Dull. Lifeless. When I saw Alec's face, I understood why it was designed that way. He looked like an evil lord. It only suits hm. Darkness. A never ending one.

But nothing compared to the pair of eyes that stared deep into Cassandra's. "Listen, even I could not tame the Magic Mirror completely, and on the night of the winter solstice, by the light of a blue moon that rises at midnight, it is open to all, which means from the moment the moon enters its quarter until the moment of dawn, anyone can cross over. Koschei the Deathless also knew this, and he is building an army to pass through to the human world. If that happens, death and destruction will follow. Do you know how many evil warlocks, monsters, dark elementals, sorcerei, and supernatural beings there are in the World Beyond? If not all of them, most of them are serving Koschei by now. I was