Tales Of The Necromancer: The Magicians

By Rachel Lawson

NOT A KID BOOK

Stories from The Magicians Series starring Lancelot Alexander the Necromancer
Good Quotes From The Haunting of the Necromancer a story in book

"We are not fake anythings!" said Lance.

"I could debate that with you," said Blake.

"Where is the ghost?" Blake said changing the subject.

"Now I have a ghost and a grim reaper in my lounge room!" said Lance infuriated.

"Grand Reaper? What's that?" the ghost asked.

"Another name for a couch potato!" Lance hissed,

"Dork why you shouting," said Junior walking in the room.

"Oh, he's no bother, he has good taste! Anyone who likes Neighbours is alright with me" Blake said.

"You sure this isn't The Munsters!" Blake asked.

"I want to watch this!" said the ghost standing up.

"Quit it stop using the voice let him watch this!" Blake said.

"He is a ghost he shouldn't be watching soapies!" said Lance.

"Dork!" snapped Junior in protest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel Lawson
• Release date: Nov 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223718222

Rachel Lawson

Rachel is a lover of gothic poetry and the stories of Emilly Dickensen, Poe, and other poets and writers. she writes in a gothic sometimes romantic, and somewhat eclectic style. She likes to do a good job in whatever she does, and she tried her hand from amateur Magic to designing objects for 3d printing. She has loved writing since primary school at high school she wrote plays and wrote short stories and made her essays look like books she has been in training for quite a while. She first wrote about the magicians in her teens. She devised Stand and Deliver: In The Moonlight in her 20's as a short story and re-wrote the story in her 40's. She wrote poetry and story into her 20's and took a break from writing for a few years while she helped out as a stage assistant in a local theatre. In her 30's she discovered Allpoetry.com and has written there ever since. She loves to write books, has podcasts and even made audiobooks. She wrote Vivienne and the reaper her tale of life, love and death as a collections of poems for Allpoetry contests and added them together into one collected short story. Rachel is a poet-writer versed in prose as much as she is rhyme. She loves to weave words and for the most part has no idea where the words are leading her to, she finds it the fun way to write. In author's words on her writing style from her poem The Flow of Magical Words. "I love words, which pour easily from my pen, when I put pen to paper a world of words does open, it flows on the page it's soul mate, though no one can read the scrawl of words which well inside and opens a gate, out comes beauty, rhymes of passion, sage words and gloom, rhyming poem, deathly prose dark as the hand of doom, the right word is magic in my hand, like a lover sigh lightly fanned." Videos are readings of her poems. Rachel's poems are on google play music and iTunes music also on amazon digital music in audio and Kobo too. Rachel is also webmaster to her own poetry website rachellawsonpoet.yolasite.com/ contact her via email there. Rachel is a distant relative and big fan of the famous but little know writer Fanny Burney who wrote Evelina who inspired Jane Austin. To learn of her google her name to find her book look on amazon she's every where.

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Tales Of The Necromancer

Rachel Lawson

Rachel Lawson

Copyright © 2023 Rachel Lawson

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Times Change

The Angel of Death- The Sleeper Awakes

A Time to Live, A Time to Die

The Assassin

The Devil's Night

Mortimer, Dog of Death

The Necromancer Goes to Jail

Hell is Empty and All the Devils Are Here

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls

Shadows of Hell

The Necromantrix Earns Her Scythe or The Mower King - Welcome The Green Side

The Manchurian Candidate

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

The Grinch Returns

A Very Grim Christmas

The Haunting of the Necromancer

Bad Omens or the insane unfortunate ravings of a mad chicken

The Gift

Fake and Enter

The Alien Invasion

The Children of the Necromancer

The People From The Center of the Earth

Blind Faith

The Zombie

The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.

Dark side of the moon

May You Live In Interesting Times, An Old Chinese Curse

The Chicken Virus

The Dark Rainbow

Who was that masked man?

Be Careful What You Wish For

The Masked Magician

The End

About The Author

Times Change

Blake I've got bad news the Necromancer will die today, said his employer Fate Argent  Lumiere knowing the father would need time to get used to his son's death.

How? asked the crying father.

The police will shoot him, said Fate.

Have a drink man you need it, said Fate handing Blake a drink he made appear out of thin air.

Blake drank it down in a gulp and started coughing coking on the drink.

Not long later a desperate father with nothing to lose stood on the scene of his son's death crying driven insane by the death of his son.

What are you doing, here Dad, asked Blake's son seeing him crying he hugged him.

What is it dad? asked the son.

I came to save your life you are going to be shot by the police here and die, said the father.

I'm touched! said the shocked son.

Go run boy! Now! said Blake They are here listening to us.

The Necromancer disappeared into thin air the police piled in the room.

Blake knew if he tried anything he would be dead too.

Mortimer don't move or you are dead, said a policeman he recognized as his great uncle Reynard or Simon.

I will give up peacefully, said Blake who looked human and was masked he was dressed in a black shirt and trousers knowing he'd be seen he was disguised.

At the police station, he was unmasked and grilled.

They fingerprinted him under guard and made him do a mug shot like a common criminal they mocked him saying Why so grim Mortimer?

He was the king of the grim reapers.

He stayed silent knowing they would soon know who he really was. When some fool recognized him.

How is Mortimer going? said Blake's great-uncle.

He's not talking and his mug shot is a hit in the station,  said a detective at the station who was Simon's friend.

That's unethical! said Simon.

You haven't seen it, said the detective showing it to his friend.

Oh my god no it's him! said Simon recognizing him.

Simon stormed out of his office and found Mortimer sitting at a desk under guard sipping a hot coffee.

Mortimer! snapped Simon.

Mortimer looked shocked and ashamed.

Come with me now! said Simon his guard tried to follow them.

You stay, said Simon to the guard.

He's dangerous you may need help, the guard said.

I can defend myself, said Simon.

It's your neck Sarg! said the guard.

Mortimer and Simon walked into Simon's office.

It's you! said Simon he was shocked.

I could deny It, said the contrite King of the dead.

Blake why are you lying about who you are? asked Simon.

You know why I am, said Blake.

I didn't know you even cared about him! said Simon.

I am a father of course I care about him, said Blake, he was going to be murdered by your police I came to save him or die for him.

You are a coroner they are your police too, Boy, said Simon.

Not now, said Blake

They still are! said Simon.

You know as well as I do I've been caught dead I am nothing but a dead man and I've been protecting a killer I am as bad as him! said Blake.

I understand that. But why are you usurping the job of the emperor of our people? The dead can't rule our empire you know that, said Simon.

I was wondering when you'd ask me that, said Blake.

Well? said Simon.

A policeman opened the door.

What do you want? asked Simon shortly.

We've identified him you won't believe who he is? said the policeman.

Blake looked awkward.

He is Blue Midnight the leader of the Magicians and Dr Alexander the coroner who hangs around here! Why didn't we recognize him? said the policeman.

Blake looked even more awkward and nervous.

I know who he is! You haven't seen Blake without a mask or glasses before, said Simon shortly.

We caught him in a mask why didn't we recognize him? said the policeman.

Blake was in a different mask! said Simon.

Did you know about him?  asked the policeman.

He lied to me too! said Simon hurt.

Why did he pose as 2 men, Mortimer and Blue Midnight? I thought they were just friends, not one man? asked the policeman.

That's classified information! said Simon.

You don't know either! said the policeman.

No, go away I need to question my nephew, Are the others looking for his son? said Simon.

His son? Which one he has two? asked the policeman.

The Enchanter, said Simon.

Oh, that one why? said the policeman.

He's the Necromancer! said Simon.

Blake looked sad he hoped his son would escape them.

There was a strange noise in the other room Simon and Blake pushed passed the policeman to investigate it.

Lance? said Blake seeing the Enchanter walking up to him.

Get him! That's the Necromancer! shouted Simon.

Hello Dad sorry I was late! said the Enchanter.

You bloody lunatic! What are you doing here? asked Blake.

I came to save you, you idiot! said Lance.

He's not the Necromancer! He's the Enchanter! He's a friend of the police! said a  detective.

You idiot he's here to save his father Mortimer! said Simon.

Lance reached out to his father grabbed his arm and teleported away with him.

They're gone! Simon shouted shortly.

Why did the Enchanter steal Mortimer? The detective asked.

And you call yourself a detective! hissed Simon storming into his office and slamming the door so hard the window in it smashed.

Say thank you, Dad,  said Lance when they appeared in the afterlife dimension.

You psychopath you don't just stroll into the police station when everyone knows you aren't their friend! hissed Blake shortly.

You're welcome Dad, said Lance laughing.

Blake frowned at Lance and then hugged him.

It's good to see you are alright, said Blake.

Someone is waiting for us, said Lance.

Who? asked Blake breaking away from the hug.

A portal opened beside them.

They walked into it.

You! said Blake puzzled seeing a man standing beside his other son Tempus the Time Keeper.

Yes, me, said Simon.

Why are you here? Are you here to get us back? asked Blake.

No, I organized your escape, said Simon.

"Why? Blake asked.

You are my family you may not be my leader, but I don't betray family, said Simon.

I think we are here for a reason which is more than just a family reunion, said Blake.

As always you're right Dad, said Tempus.

Why are we here? asked Blake.

We are here to undo the past, said Tempus.

How? asked Blake worried he'd have to lose Lance.

Simon is going back to warn Lance and you away from the place you are caught and Lance was going to die so none of this happens! said Tempus.

Will we trust him? asked Blake.

We Can but hope if not we have all of time to fix it, said Tempus chuckling.

Go into that portal Uncle Rey, said the Time Keeper pointing at a portal near them Simon walked into the portal and was gone.

It's dark tonight I hope we aren't seen, a man said to his partner in crime.

It's like the old days we climb in a window and pray not to get caught, said the thief who was known as the Chameleon to his partner the Cat as they stealthily walked through the garden of their mark.

The room is the third window on the second story, said the Cat examining the building. The Chameleon tested the strength of a lattice leading to it going up the wall.

This should work I'm surprised people are so careless with security, the Chameleon said laughing. They climbed up the lattice trying not to be pricked by the thorns of the rose that climbed up it as well.

The alarm is off or it should be, but I'll disable it,  said the Chameleon.

He cut the alarm wire and jimmied the window till it opened.

They climbed in the room and looked about it.

The safe is behind that painting, said the Chameleon pointing at the only picture in the room.

Ok who will do the work you or me? asked the Cat who was as skilled a cracksman as the Chameleon.

It's my turn you did the last job, said the Chameleon who walked over to the picture removing it handing it to the Cat to put down. The Chameleon put his ear to the safe and cracked the lock and opened the door removing the contents out of the safe putting it in a backpack on the Cat's back.

Got it! Let's go. said the Chameleon.

The next day the police were swarming around the house.

Midnight, what happened here? the police sergeant asked.

A robbery, said Blake, the coroner who helped out the police on other cases.

I know, Midnight, said Sergeant Xander-Drax frowning, do we have any idea how it was done and ideas who they were or why they were here?

They were copycats, said Blake who was otherwise known as the superhero Blue Midnight.

Copycats? said the Sergeant of who?

The Cat and The Chameleon, Blake said.

What they must be old, said the sergeant.

Not old dead, Blake said., that's why I say, copycats!

How do you know they were copycats? the sergeant asked.

The CCTV caught the robbery they were young men in their twenties,  one was dressed as the cat burglar, the Cat. His partner was dressed as the Chameleon the jewel thief and safecracker, said Blake. My Magician's assistant Max is the original Chameleon's grandson and protege. He should be on the case."

Yes, said the sergeant.

I'll call him here, said Blake, who then