necromancer fanfic

Regulus Black, Sirius’s younger brother, died at 19 destroying a Horcrux. Now, he’s back from the dead - oh, how disappointed you must be, my foolish brother! --- Daily Updates! --- Read Up to 30+ Chapters Ahead at patreon.com/Glimmer09 ---

> **"Misunderstanding magic? Impossible. I'm just a humble supermarket cashier."** > Henry Anthony wiped his hands on his apron, looking at the Ministry official with innocent eyes. > "Sir, we detected Grade-5 Necromancy energy," the official insisted. > Henry paused for a second. **"Oh. Are you referring to my skeletal pet? Or the fact that I crawled out of my own grave last Tuesday?"** > The next day, Henry didn't get arrested. Instead, he got a job offer. > **Albus Dumbledore:** "Mr. Anthony, Hogwarts is in need of a unique talent like you." > **Henry:** "To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" > **Albus Dumbledore:** "No. Muggle Studies." > Thus, Hogwarts welcomed its weirdest professor in history. > He doesn't care about blood purity. He doesn't care about House points. > He just wants a quiet life and his monthly paycheck. > But when a certain Dark Lord tries to resurrect himself and disturb Henry's peace... > Henry sighs and picks up his shovel. > **"Look, buddy. Coming back from the dead is MY specialty. Get back in the ground."** > **What to expect:** > **Undead MC:** A Necromancer who acts like a chill salaryman. > **Professor POV:** Teaching young wizards about "Supermarket Economics" and "How to use a Toaster". > **AU Canon:** The Golden Trio Era, but chaotic. > **No Harem / Slice of Life / Comedy / OP Protagonist**

Story of: All Jobs Transfer: Necromancer? Call me a natural disaster! It's a world of job change. There are ceiling professional saints, nuron angels, nightmare assassins, dragon blood warriors... There are also C-level necromancers who are as ordinary as the protagonist White Night. Until this day, Bai Ye found that his skill level did not have an upper limit? from now on Basic skills, summon skeletons (lvmax), small skeletons turn into skeleton kings, and slaughter gods with one sword. Advanced skills, Life Link (lvmax), Summoned Immortal, I Immortal. Aura skill, legion aura (lvmax), undead legion health +1,000,000%, attack +1,000,000 percent. There are also Hell Bones, Knights of Heaven's Punishment, Skeleton Dragons, Succubus, and Night Elves. C-level necromancer? Please call me a disaster of God! Feilu Fiction Network exclusive signed novel: "All people change: necromancer? Call me a natural disaster! 》； This novel and characters are purely fictional, if there are similarities, they are purely coincidental and should not be imitated.

Maurise just wanted a stable life. Instead, he got a Hogwarts letter and a book on Necromancy. Become a Necromancer? Why not. With undead as servants and spectres as companions, Morris finds comfort in the whispers of the dead. To the outside world, however, he presents a different face. "I’m just an ordinary wizard with a passion for academic research," Maurise explains with a gentle, harmless smile, oblivious to his classmates shivering in terror before him. ... This is a Translation. Original Book: 從霍格沃茨開始的亡靈法師生涯

After dying in the most ridiculous way imaginable — saving a goddess, only to be crushed by the legendary Truck-kun — I opened my eyes in a world I knew all too well: Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner. Except this time, I wasn’t just a background character. I’d been granted a cheat-like class: Shadow Monarch. In a school ruled by power, politics, and monsters, I must survive, outsmart the story I once read, and carve out a fate that was never written.

One ordinary day at the supermarket, a cashier was surprised when a peculiarly dressed man appeared at his door. The man inquired about why he hadn't responded to a letter from the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic. ------- Note: Other than translation, everything belongs to the original author. If you want early access join my Patreon :- patreon.com/Keepsmiling818

"I shall strike east... and conquer." A Targaryen prince blessed with the gift of boundless potential over all types of magic. Men will bend to his will, whether through life or death. An endless horde of warriors who do not require rest or food will follow him to the ends of the world. He who summons fire, commands the wind and controls the flow of the sea will continue to march and conquer what is rightfully His. This is the story of the first Dragon Emperor of the World. (Thanks to my old friend boundlessvortex for the cover.) (MC is an OC if you're wondering.)

Ongoing.... follows Reiner, who transmigrates into the world of One Piece and acquires a powerful Devil Fruit—the Necromancer variation of the Hito Hito no Mi. This ability allows him to extract templates from corpses and even the living to create undead minions. Embracing a low-profile role as crew logistics (practically Vice-Captain), he begins assembling a terrifying undead army. Highlights include: Raising the two giants from Little Garden—Aoi Oni and Aka Oni, as loyal undead companions. Fusing the souls or fighting templates of characters like Ace, Crocodile, and Enel to form powerful Mage-like undead guardians. Accumulating a fearsome horde: Lion Emperor Shiki, samurai Ryuma (Frost Moon), the ogre Oars, and jailor Magellan. When doubters accuse him of only commanding undead, he dramatically transforms undead into weapons: the Bone Battle Axe wielding Whitebeard’s quake power, Ghost-Faced Heavy Shield from Big Mom’s iron balloon, Black Hole Gauntlet from Blackbeard’s dark power, and even a Azure Dragon mount created from Kaido. Reiner’s bold ambitions? “Next, who’s the next Yonko to fall?” — even daring to taunt Shanks himself. The novel is also known by an alternative title: “I’m Just Crew Logistics, What’s With the Transcendence?” and features a single-main heroine and widespread acclaim among fans.

Disappointed by Skyrim's underwhelming take on necromancy, our MC, a hardcore fan, never imagined he'd wake up in the game—trapped in the body of a poor soul about to be sacrificed by a real, ancient necromancer. But when the ritual goes sideways, something unexpected happens: the necromancer's memories, centuries of dark secrets and forbidden knowledge, end up in the MC's head instead. Armed with power that makes Skyrim's in-game spells look like party tricks, he's now got the chance to rewrite necromancy in Tamriel... if he can survive the ruthless world he's found himself in.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"