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.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"