The Necromancer Lyrics Novels & Stories

There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it. With an extraordinary speed - or was it magic? - it disappeared from the opened coffin and was now hovering just above her head. She gasped at the sight of it now as she still couldn't get her eyes of it. Its... its lower part was just... fog. The dark miasmatic kind. Fading black miasma was still coming out and circulating round it. The head that had no organs earlier now had a pair of bright red eyes and a mouth line that had started to crack open since it started hovering above her. The mouth line finally cracked open and her vision welcomed a set of black fang-like teeth and a black snake-like t

“You’re all mine. You’ve been mine since the beginning. My love, you can never leave me again. You are always mine.” Cyrille desperately wanted to resist, but she couldn’t. She can’t move or speak, no matter how hard she tries so hard, as if she’s trapped in a strange and bizarre magic spell that only the one who intentionally created it—the man in front of him—can easily break the spell. Her mind was so filled with thoughts and fear that she couldn’t think clearly about how she was going to get away with that mysterious man and scary place. “Please, someone help me,” she begged and pleaded in her mind.

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

Brandon had been ruthless, and the back of my hand was already covered in dark bruises. It hurt terribly, but the pain brought a sudden, sharp clarity to my mind. In my past life, I had been completely blinded by love, unable to see Vivian's manipulative nature or Brandon's unwavering devotion to her, which ultimately led to my tragic death. In this life, I could only wait impatiently for my admission letter to arrive. I licked my lips and started a countdown for the disasters heading their way as I watched everyone leave. It wasn't long before the admission letters arrived, and I successfully received my own admission notice.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

"This place... It's saturated with grievance. Someone died badly." "Stop acting!" Dad barked, trying to wave him off. The necromancer had already fallen into a trance, his eyes turning white. When he spoke, it wasn't his voice at all. "Dad... Why... I'm your daughter..." Everyone froze, because it was my voice. "It hurts... It burns... The silver is boiling my blood... Dad, please, help me..." He dropped to his knees and clawed at his throat like he was being strangled. "Please let me out... I'm dying..."

Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory." Hearing the thing i want her eyes bulged up, she was shocked by my choosen skill. She then said. [Those skill.. It can't be counted as cheat you know?[ I think it depend how we use it. So do you approve it" [Ok then, i approve. Sign up] With a smile i then sign the contract. And then there a light engulfing me. [Contract of Reincarnation. By the name of me, Goddess that govern life and death. I approve thy:

“Is there a reason that you are making me feel this? Or you are not letting me go?” “I am the only one who actually does understand the power of death for I am the oldest necromancer who is actually alive of her own accord. Now you have known free will but have you know what it feels like to be caught held in the hands of lifeless husks of death?” “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

His hands brush my arms, but I pull away pressing my back to the wall. “Why did he die?” I scream, “Why?!” He’s bloody and I don’t know what happened. He looks weaker than I’ve ever seen him. “Because I’m a fucking curse, created to be a fucking pawn.” The pain and bitterness in his voice making me stare at him for a moment. He reaches for me, but I shake my head, turning and gazing at the wall before me. My heart thunders. Fuck it all. I will use necromancy. I will-

"Grab the queen! She has to have a way!" The shout spread through the crowd in an instant, catching and multiplying. "Right! She gave up her lifespan last time! She can give something else now! "Her body's still here. If she's divine, that body has to carry some kind of power!" They surged forward like lunatics, fighting over my corpse. "Take it! Use it as an offering!" Their faces twisted as they spoke, their eyes glazed with madness.