The Necromancer Legacies Novels & Stories

He did not look back as he stepped outside the make-believe room, finally returning to the reality as if the time did not get warped. Merlin the Necromancer, now fully alone with the master that he chose to serve after centuries of loneliness, finally let loose of his tears. Gone was the stoic arch mage that could summon the dead, replaced with a clobbering mess of a man who had lost faith to the world. “I promise you. I will end this, no matter what happens, I will end this – for this is your legacy.” Unlike Levi the Envious, Merlin the Necromancer did not move an inch towards the bed. His gaze remained fixated to the seemingly sleeping woman.

It was the tomb of a Necromancer called the Necraus. Logically speaking, if it had been any other Wind Demon, he or she would have been unable to accept the legacy of the Necromancer. This wasn’t because Wind Demons were proud and refused to rely on another source of strength. Anyone who knew even a little bit about this race would know that statement was absolute garbage; for Wind Demons did whatever it took to grow stronger, even if that meant consuming their own! The reason why any other Wind Demon would have failed to inherit the legacy of the Necromancer was because of their physique.

"Oh for fuck sake. No. It's not a hybrid otherwise I would have said that it was a hybrid. Fine, I'll be blunt. Some mother fucker ripped various daemons apart and then stuck them together with vile magick long after they were dead. Do you understand now?" A horrified gasp rippled around the room as the Elders hurriedly conferred amongst themselves. "Wait... but that's…" Ann began tentatively, wishing on so many levels that she was wrong, but knowing deep down that she wasn't. "Necromancy. Fleshcraft. Whatever you want to call it." Lexi hissed as she interrupted Ann, "It is the most despicable dark magick that exists. I will say this though. If Narcissa did this, then she is far more dangero

It looked to Leesa like he was remembering something. “When I was a much younger man,” he said finally, “and far more energetic than I am now, I took a long trip to Eastern Europe in search of vampire lore. During my journey, I heard repeated stories of someone—or something—called the Necromancer. It’s a common term, used in many tales and legends about a person who can control the dead, but the stories I heard seemed to refer to a particular being. People spoke of grandparents or great-grandparents who had lived through a scourge of walking dead. Since my main interest was vampires, I didn’t pay too much attention to these tales, but I still remember having the feeling there might be some g

Ramses said with a dramatic huff, shaking his head in exasperation. I held up a hand, forestalling Ramses' impending lecture. "It's not what you think," I began, my tone measured. "The Necromancers were scavenging the dead from our lands, raising them back up. I got tired of it and made an alliance to prevent it." I paused, studying Ramses' expression.

(Elijah) "As long as she followed our law, why not…also make sure to fully prepared our soldier before you launch an assault on the Principality of light..we need to weaken them…" "Understood sir..". (Elijah) Elijah leave the my office as we done discussing the important matter, for now the plan was going well as I planned. The only threat in Northern Hallerus left was from the King himself, which thanks to my Radio program, it has been quelled for at least a few months, also at the very least Duke Merrica can handle it himself. After 1 week, the attack on Principality of light will be launched. At first I wanted to use the Coalitions of Bandits as the main perpetrator for the attacks, but I

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."

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

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.

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y