Boundless Necromancer Novels & Stories

"Personally speaking, I've never seen him in action myself. But a lot of people have, and his record is impeccable. And he does all this as a Freelancer, and solo to boot. Although, being a Necromancer, he's not literally alone. I've been told he can summon hundreds at a time." "A Master Necromancer at the age of twenty-three. And handsome as the devil himself," Madam Josefa chuckled, apparently enjoying my father's sour face. "What do you want with him, Madam? If he's a Necromancer, it means his abilities are most likely runic and symbolic in origin, rather than mystic." Dad asked her, referring to Madam Josefa's clairvoyant abilities. Yes, that was something I wanted to know too. But of co

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."

The stench of charred hair and flesh filled my nose as her body sagged to the ground, blood oozing from the virtually cauterized stump. I jerked aside even as Lyra shrieked, covering Owen’s eyes with one hand, though he threw her away with annoyance, gaze darting between the dead and his brother. “Explain yourself,”Alpha Orion yelled at Tristan, who had already vanquished his axe, his arms crossed and his face fixed. “Her name is Embla. She’s vowed to Alpha Maximus, and”—he reached down to tear open the back of her dress, revealing the crimson tattoo of an eye—“she’s a child of Hoenir.”

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

"He said she was involved." "See, vampires have this thing called thrall. We can take over and control the mind of another. Technically we all can do it, but it takes a lot of practice and it's really only the older ones that can do it. Mother is exceptionally good at it." "And she does it do Isaac?" "I shouldn't be telling you this. We should be focusing on the issue at hand, which is getting you ready. You've got a lot of competition, and I can't have my work insulted publicly."

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

There were too many people around, and if he got caught, it would expose him to the human world, something he could not afford to do. Frustrated and feeling powerless, Valle clenched his fists tightly. He needed a new plan, one that would allow him to track them without being seen. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. He began to summon the ancient magic that flowed within him. This was a special spell that would help him discover where they were, no matter how far they ran or how well they hid.

Not reactive. Present. “How far,” Nori asked. Ilyra looked at her. “Citywide,” she said. “I can’t see everything, but what I can see—this isn’t localized.” Tharien shifted beside Nori, his hand already resting against her knee, grounding without thinking. “Hidden bonds too?” he asked. “Yes.” That landed. Harder than anything else. Rafael exhaled slowly. The room felt smaller suddenly—not physically, but strategically. The walls of the sanctuary, once protection, now read as limitation.

Physical traits. My hand moved without thinking, brushing lightly against the side of my ear. I had always been told I was human. I had believed it, because there had never been anything to question. But now, standing here, reading this, it didn’t feel like the truth anymore. It felt like something I had been made to believe. I swallowed, my throat dry as I forced myself to keep reading. Such bindings require a blood anchor. Only one of the same bloodline, most often the mother, may cast a seal strong enough to hold royal magic for extended years. The cost is great, and the spell cannot be undone by the caster once completed.