The Necromancer Legacies Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and repeated calmly, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you—every one of your bank cards is under my control, and there’s not a single penny left in them.” Nicholas’s anger exploded as he slapped me across the face. I staggered and fell to the ground. The pain on my face, the scrape on my wrist, and the look of disdain on his face— It felt like ants crawling through my veins, slowly gnawing at my bones, tunneling into my heart. It shattered the last shred of affection I had for Nicholas.

"That's even more pathetic than I thought." "You didn't lose to anyone. You destroyed yourself." I stood to leave. "Richard's decisions about his company and his inheritance had nothing to do with you. Your obsession with perceived injustices from twenty years ago cost you everything while Richard's legacy continues." "His legacy built on lies and broken promises!" Victor stood too, shouting now. "Richard Thompson was a monster who destroyed people to build his empire! He deserves to have everything he built torn down!" "Maybe he was a monster in business. Maybe he did hurt people including you." I moved toward the door. "But he's dead and his company is being run by people who are trying to

"B-But my dad said we have to finish the three years. Otherwise, it'll bring bad luck…" "God, you're useless! We can't count on you for anything!" they shouted before hanging up. Still, I had underestimated how spoiled Wallace really was. Only a week later, I got a furious call from him. "Marshall! I've had it! The bugs here are gigantic! I can't stand this place another day!" He was shouting so loudly that it hurt my ears. "I can't stand three years of this nonsense! I'm coming back tomorrow! I already talked to a fortune teller. He said I can just hire someone to take my place and do some ritual. I'll bring the safe back—you figure out the rest!"

She paused. Then opened it.". The air shifted immediately — colder, denser. From the shadows, her warlock advisor emerged. "My lady…" he warned. "You vowed once never to open that book." "I never vowed," she said coldly. "And besides… losers make rules." She turned a page — blood-red text exhaled onto the parchment, vibrating with forbidden power. Necromancy. Soul merging. Harvest spells that derived strength not in sacrifice… but in bondage. "I will obtain a vessel," she spoke softly. "And I will feed this plague something new. A hunger that is beholden to me."

he added and Andrew felt like clutching onto his neck, hitting him so much that he would meet the same demise as Elena. “I hope you’re happy now that you finally ended the innocent girl!” he sneered, earning more laughter from Quincy. “Innocent?” Quincy took some steps to where he was and bent over to Elena’s lifeless body. “Tch, tch, tch, so sorry for her. I wished she never died.” then he looked up at Andrew and curved his lips into a smirk. “Wrap her up, go and dispose her very well. I’ll attend to her funeral if you plan to give her one,” he countered, and raised himself from the ground.

Leo gritted out, his palms turning into fists under the table. An insider had spilled company secrets and successfully managed to plummet down their stocks and corner the Emerson Group with multiple competitors vying to take over the famous business empire. “Jackals. That is what they all are in this industry,” His grandfather and mentor would grumble and teach him all the tricks of the trade. God bless his kind soul in heaven, especially when his rotten son had spilled water all over his hardwork. "I don’t think anyone has a bid and the numbers as good as ours, Sir,” the efficient secretary honestly said.

More determined than ever to rid the world of every Triad facility ever erected, and then going after Zazel and the army of moon walkers he was building. A/N- Greetings book beanz! This brings us to the end of LOTW 2 and will lead us into the final chapter. The title of book 3 along with its Title have yet to be announced; keep an eye out in The Legacy Dome for all future endevors. I can not thank you all enough for being part of this story with me, the journey has been long and not alwasy easy. Thank you for growing with me, and keeping the light on, even when I couldnt keep it on for myself.

So there was no way those warriors would have been able to defeat a Pack more stronger and tactical than they were. This could only mean that there were other hidden players that I had not put into consideration who could actually be a stronger and more deadly menace. I held some suspicions of his son Grey and since the father was corrupt and a power hungry bastard the son would follow in the footsteps of his father right? But there was not enough evidence to back this up.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th