The Lone Necromancer Novels & Stories

He had seen few zombie flicks during his stay in the human realm. "Necromancers?" Alexa frowned and Dimitri knew what would be her next question. "Necromancers are wizards who practice black magic on dead people," he explained. Alexa's mouth formed a cute 'O' while she thought about what he said. "Alexa... baby, it's almost lunchtime. You are starving our guests," Lucian intervened and Dimitri let out a sigh of relief. "Oh... shit, I forgot. You guys talk. I will get on to it," Alexa said and bounced towards the kitchen.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

“Yeah for real I know nothing about that thing.” “Then what are you going to do?” “Start to look for it. And use it to heal Amber.” Dawn said. Dawn drank her wine and said, “you know there is another way Amber can be healed.” “What other way?” Ashley asked as she looked at Dawn. Dawn didn’t answer immediately she took her time as she stared ahead and then said, “have you ever heard about the necromancers?” Ashley gave her a nod, “Yeah I have, all I know is that they are rare, rarer than the purebloods. And also that they come under the vampires.

In fact, she looked exactly like I did. "Identify yourself immediately!" "I am Sazia, an initial La Chandral at birth, given to Xavier of El Altunia to take care of when my parents died." "So you are one of us? Then why did you come here?" "I choose to be melted to a human!" Everyone was shocked, no one expected it at all, not even Manzoni

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

I leaned over my plate and played with my food. “Maybe. You could find out he’s a king of another realm you can run off to, in some other reality. I know it sucks, but the feeling you get when you know they are there, it’s reassuring. You are never alone. Not really. I know you don’t want it, but trust me” Gareth grabbed my hand, to sort of get my attention. “you will wonder how you ever lived without them.” “I guess so. Thanks Gare.” I smiled, and started to munch a little bit more.

Scott’s eyes peeled wide open as his sister stood up, free from her chains. “I guess the cats out of bag Sardonyx said as her body disperessed into rainbow lights. “There …….. there were two of you.” “Simple multiplication spells. Much easier than killing the king and queen.” Sardonyx smiled sinisterly. “It was you Sardonyx said as she removed her cloak.” You were so hell bent on stepping your old man that you never stopped to stopped to think that there might be more than one vampwolf in the world.” “The only other vampwlof I’ve heard of was the one my dad killed.” Scott said.