Reborn Seth The Necromancer Act One: Reborn Seth The Necromancer, #4

By A. J. Deville

In a world teetering on the precipice of darkness, Seth wields the Necromancer's ring, a conduit to boundless power and revenge. With the ability to command the living and resurrect the dead, he walks a treacherous path, wary of succumbing to the same malevolence that consumed those before him. As battles rage and castles crumble, Seth's destiny intertwines with that of the enigmatic lady Elmm, both driven by a desperate quest for survival. Yet, it is the ring that holds the key to victory, its promises tinged with ominous uncertainty. In 'Reborn Seth: The Necromancer,  Seth's journey takes a fateful turn as he resurrects Joseland, uniting her with a dragon's soul. Together, they embark on a perilous odyssey, aiming to win the heart of the ancient beast and unleash a power forgotten through the ages. Faced with formidable adversaries and haunted by their own pasts, they will forge an unbreakable bond that will shape the destinies of worlds beyond imagination. Can Seth master the ring's powers without becoming a slave to its hunger for the pleasures of the flesh and death, or will its shadows consume him as it have others before?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: cannon books and media
• Release date: Nov 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223975977

Book preview

In shadows deep, where darkness lies, A tale of terror, a warning cries, Beware the ring, the Necromancer's prize, A charm that beguiles, a devil in disguise.

Reborn, the Necromancer's dread, A power unfathomed, a hunger fed, Within that ring, a secret bled, A malevolence that'll seize the soul, it said.

Its allure, a siren's song, A promise of power, a world gone wrong, Yet hidden within, a darkness strong, It seeks to ensnare, to corrupt the throng.

Once worn, it whispers with sweetest breath, Luring you closer, towards your death, Innocence lost, you'll embrace its depth, A dance with shadows, a fate bereft.

But in the end, the ring betrays, Leaves you in torment, in endless maze, The soul consumed in its cruel plays, A wretched price, in a haunting haze.

So heed this warning, and take great care, For the ring of the Necromancer's snare, A path of darkness, a wicked glare, A tale of evil, a soul's despair.

REBORN THE NECROMANCER

BOOK ONE

WHISPERING RING

By.

A J Deville

CHAPTER ONE

It was flying so high now that every time that it belched fire the low hanging shroud of clouds turned blood red and it looked as if a river of blood flowed above the battlefield near Garen Wells. At the sight of this, the men who yet lived would cry out for the help of all-mighty God or begin weeping in despair.

Shut up, you fools, Seth wanted to yell at them. Did they want the dragon to come again? Were some of them hoping that it would so that their suffering would end sooner than later? After all, the carrion eaters would come soon and they would dine first upon the living because living flesh tasted better.

There was no place to run or hide but the instinct that had seen him through the first twenty six years of life was crying out to him now that there was still a way to live through this.  The instincts that lead a young boy from working with his father a blacksmith to accepting the job as the lowest servant to Issa the potion maker. An instinct that had told Seth that the potion that he was delivering to a nobleman was laced with a slow-acting poison. Instinct that made him share that information which led him to accept the reward of a scholarship to the kingdom's potions academy. The years passed and all of those instincts had seemed to fail him when he decided to join that nobleman's rebellion against the crown and left him as one of the few men still walking that could say they watched the falling dive of a dragon and lived through it.

Seth reached the top of the slope and looked down at earth that had been heated so intensely by dragon fire that it was fused into something resembling volcanic rock.

Bodies of men and horses lay there as well, but look liked blackened sculptures in the shape of things that had once lived.

Over here. . .

A voice called to him.

A voice coming from everywhere and nowhere.

It sounded human but every part of him knew that it was not.

His instincts took him toward the sound of that voice across ground that burned his palms and his cheek when he stumbled over his elbows and the side of his face hit the blackened earth. Just when he was beginning to think better of this journey two things happened at the same moment.

A roar echoed down the heavens above as the dragon dropped like the living embodiment of hate.

The ground beneath Seth cracked, making a wood splintering sound, and gave way. He fell, tumbling end over end. Not a drop of a few bone jawing feet by a free fall of almost fifty feet before belly slashing into dank cold water. Disorientated by the cold and darkness he twisted and kicked toward the surface and one kick was all it took for him to breathe in air. It was pitch dark in here except a dot of red light that was the flames rolling through the clouds high above.

Then that opening was bathed in a flash of firelight that lit up his surroundings.

It was a tunnel of brick walls like those of aqueducts he had read about that had been built by the empire that ruled these lands hundreds of years before. The light brightened and Seth looked up to see why.

The twisting wave of fire descending through that opening that was widening as it poured through like the mouth of the dragon itself.

Seth kicked and swam in the direction that he was leaning with the feeling of heat building all around him.

The fire hit the water and made a horrid hissing then a bubbling sound as it seemed to chase him down this flooded corridor and around the bend into another.

If I stay at the surface I will die here, he told himself as he took a few deep breaths as he had when he was a child swimming with his friends and allowed the weight of his garments to pull him down beneath the surface. He could see down there because of the fire that now creped along the surface of the water. There to the left of him halfway down along the wall was a jagged opening more than big enough for a man and he kicked toward it before using his hands to pull himself through to the other side. It should have been dark inside there was a faint green light all around him and the feeling of open space nearby. Seth knew that the feeling was not just a hunch but part of the one magical gift that he knew he possessed. At the academy, he was tested for an aptitude in all types of possible magic abilities and the only time the crystals that they used glowed were divination which allowed him to know that there was air associated with that green glow and a second magic that had never revealed itself to him or as far as he knew anyone else.

Seth kicked toward that green glow. Reached out with his hand toward it and something bit him.

Bit into his hand and send a searing wave of pain through him.

CHAPTER TWO

Seth broke the surface , took in a short breath, and screamed in pain. He raised his left hand and clutched at the wrist of it with the other in an attempt to choke off the wave of pain radiating from it.

There was a hole in the center of his palm and a worm-like tail disappearing into that hole.

No, no, no, no, He moaned as the path of the parasite was displayed by the green glow of it. A glow that as it fed