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.

There was no way a Necromancer and a Witch could be friends. "Thanks," I said, "for everything." I turned to go, but he grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Just answer something for me." I looked back at his dad and saw that he wasn't alone anymore. More figures in red-trimmed robes had joined him. It looked like they were chanting. "If you make it very, very quick." "Did you really not have to kill anyone to gain your power? Like for Necromancers in general, not just you."

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

And in one swift move, he pulled the curtain away – making way for the sunlight to penetrate the dark room of the necromancer. “What is wrong with you, Halfing?” Merlin screamed his lungs out as he stood up abruptly. A deep knot was lodged between his oily and frizzy bushy brows as his albino-red eyes were staring dead at Levi. If a necromancer’s deadly gaze could kill an immortal, Levi the Envious was sure that he was probably dead by now.

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

“Say what you came to say.” Varian tilted his head. “The dead want you, brother. They want their Alpha back.” The ground shook. From behind the heirs’ army, the snow split. Bones clawed their way up. Old armor rattled. Wolves with matted fur and glowing red eyes pulled themselves from the earth. Necromancy. On a scale Malric couldn’t have dreamed of. A hundred undead stood between the heirs and the gates. Ryn cursed. “Gods, I hate magic.”

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

She will always be a friend to us, just as Aeneas. And as I think about this, I see Aeneas grin as he comes to greet her as well, his eyes spark with enthusiasm when he takes her delicate hands and kisses it gently, I think Aeneas is playing with fire if he wants to flirt with her. * ~~~~~~~ **** ~~~~~~~ * *Caleb* As soon as I see everyone sitting, I let the session begin. I am glad everyone is informed and on the same page. "So Necromancers are like dark wizards, they are humans and vampires, and they manipulate magic to achieve things that are forbidden. Is that correct?" Demark begins.

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..."

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.