The Necromancer Mysteries by Artemis Nightshade (digital book reader TXT) 📖

Ah, William Shakespeare, who can forget him? I’ve met him when he was just a mere boy of eight. Head filled with wonders of the world and beyond our imagination.

Yes, I was twenty-three when I’ve met him. I offered an apprenticeship, sure I do more than Necromancy, but he refused.

I do not blame him, he told me that his world is his school and the people around are his teachers. Wise, fun man he was.

His death hurt many lovers of his plays and other writings. I went to his funeral to give a speech. Never ask me to give speeches again, do not ask just don’t.

I, myself even helped William write ‘A Midsummer’s Dream’ that got the Queen of England in tears. While I was there I met John Dee, he knew me and admired me. He begged for an apprenticeship of Necromancy and other magyk.

I took him, which was a mistake, a terrible mistake. But that is another story; this is William Shakespeare’s story.
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As I went through my Book of Shadows, yes the Witches have asked me for help. We get along pretty well but sometimes they drive me crazy like one time they accidentally summoned a werewolf and blamed it on me.

I bring back the dead! If I did then he wouldn’t be a werewolf anymore. He would be human like he once was.

I remember my first werewolf case. The man accidentally drank werewolf blood thinking it was just wine.

Blame his half-brother; he was an Alpha Urakywolf, Urakywolves are wolves with sharp wings. Their wings are what your have to worry about.

‘Darn woman, you didn’t tell me anything about this “new addition” of this Book.’ I thought as I close the Book of Shadows and looked up at the ceiling which needed to be painted. In fact this whole place needed to be fixed.

Getting out of my seat I head towards the door and was about to open it when someone swung it open, I had to get out otherwise I would have been hit.

“Daniel Blackstone?” The woman asked. I could tell she isn’t a witch; for one thing she didn’t have the Pentacle tattoo anywhere on her.

“Mr. Blackstone?” She asked again as I shake my head out of my trance. Succubus.

“Yes?” I asked not looking at her breast or eyes. She’s a succubus, and from what I learned about them is for men, do not look at there cleavage or eyes, these creatures are made for seduction and murder. Their male equivalent, Incubus.

“Well what do you want? I’ve had a never long day and I want a good night’s sleep.” I explain as the woman told me what was urgent.

“I saw him! I was going to do my thing until when I saw his face, he looked dead but at the same time not. No he wasn’t a vampire or a zombie but of something else.” She explained, her voice sounding like a frightened child. Whenever I hear that, that’s when I’m weak against women.

“Do you know who he was?” I asked but the woman shook her head. “Alright, if you can, the next time you see him snap a picture of him for me please?” I asked as she nods her head.

Coming in for a hug, I felt her cleavage. Putting my arms around her, I waited to see if she would do her seducing. Thank goodness she didn’t otherwise; I would have been on the case drunk.

“I will do the best I can.” She said while summoning her wings and I nod my head telling her that I too will do the same. Smiling, she turns her back on me and flies off, going through the wall.

Finally, I can close this place and go to bed. Oh wait… I can’t. After I locked my office and sealed in a shield barrier. The only thing that came to mind was, ‘What are you doing now Doctor?’
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“So what are you doing Mr. Blackstone?” John asked chuckling a bit while he steps inside of his office which was filled with Black magic and dark alchemy. Sitting down on his chair near the desk, he opens his Book at the middle and begins reading.

Black Annis herself gave him the Book which contains more than just black magic; it also contains immortality, potions, curses, transformations, alchemy, and above all necromancy.

‘Dear, dear Black Annis, if we were to meet again, I thank you for this Book.’ John thought with a devilish grin that would make every animal night and day crawl into their hide-out, children have nightmares, and adults coward away.

Closing the Book, John lays back on his chair with his eyes looking at a man, bald but not completely, he wore a renaissance outfit which was bloodstained as life he was in a duel with swords.

Quietly laughing, he gets up and says, “Don’t worry my dear o’ friend; this is only the beginning of your nightmare.” Walking away with a cold impression, he locked the door behind him, leaving the dead man hanging.

After John left, the hanging man started groaning, twitched his finger a bit, and smiled his teeth rotten but holding together.

‘So you are going to come for me ye Blackstone sir? Be careful my friend, do be careful Blackstone.’ The man says before going into an unconscious slumber.

I was up, all night doing what I can to help that Succubus, well that and I was making sure she wasn’t lying about not seducing me and then killing me off. A lot of people and creatures have done that; that’s why I have so many scars and bruises.

My very first scar was an encounter with a… hm a… a… oh I can’t remember now. Oh yes I remember now, it was Shadowman. Well he didn’t do anything exactly, his dog did, a Black Shuck.

Ghostly hounds of horror and hell, its eyes blood red with no pupils, its teeth sharper than a shark’s, incredible speed faster than the speeding light, but the one thing you have to look after it’s the claws.

A Black Shuck’s claw is sharper than all creature and animal claws put together. When you are clawed by them, there are chances that you may become one, go insane, or possibly die.

Me, I was clawed in my right leg, it hurt like heck but I had none of the side effect thank goodness.

Well not all creatures are evil; there are some pretty good ones. Some were even my companions before they either go bad or had to go back to their kind.

I remember last year I was working along side with Cross, Avriel, and Josh, great guys. If they hadn’t come to my rescue, I would have been the first necromancer ever killed and destroyed. Now I’m not sure what those guys are doing at the moment.

Walking out into my garden, this is dying slowly by the minute of each day. Almost all of the flower petals are gone, the trees are turning gray, and the lake is dried up. Yes, this garden; is one dead garden, I use this spot for my necromancy.

When I reached the dried up lake, I took out a vile from my coat, crouched down, made a small hole, and poured a little bit of the potion into the hole. Standing up, I open up a smaller addition of my bigger spell book.

Once I found the spell I wanted, I waited until the potion settled and until it turned stiff and still like glass. I began murmuring a spell rapidly, closed the book, and crouched down again.

“Blackstone?” A woman’s voice asks. “Is that you?” She isn’t in full focus yet so I can only hear and speak to her; I cannot see her as of now.

Slowly, she begins to appear until she’s in full view and clear as crystal. “Yes, it is me. How are you ma’am?” I ask as the woman smiled and says that everything is good with a few not so goods.

“He did what?!” The woman asks both angered and surprised. “Now, I’m not so sure he did, but I’ve got a hunch.” I explain rubbing my chin a bit. She asked if I was sure that the Doctor did do it but I didn’t know for sure, so I shook my head slowly.

The woman told me she had to go for it was time and she didn’t want to be late. Before she left I asked for her name. She never told me her name all I knew is that she’s a witch and a necromantress, the female equivalent to necromancer.

Smiling one more time, she told me that her name, not her true name, is Witch of Endor.

Of course I should have known better! She’s the only necormantress who would ever scry me. Sure there are others like Morrigan, Black Annis, and Persephone. But the Witch is the only one, like I said before, would scry me. I am an idiot!

Walking out of the garden and into the streets, I quickly place turn my book into a note-book so people would think that I am a Journalist and won’t take me for granted as a necromancer.

There are still some who fear greatly of necromancers. They used to call us “Devil’s Men” or “Dark Ones”. Well anything evil like, but I haven’t commit murder; sure on my first try I nearly let zombies roam around.

Because of that I sort have gave George A. Romero the idea of making “Night of the Living Dead”. But hey, that sold out pretty good except they made the zombies not so good.

Sure they eat human flesh but you don’t shoot the brain when killing zombies, sure they are knocked out for a long time but to kill them fully… I can’t believe I’m saying this, you have to eat them.

Oh and also they hate, absolutely hate, dogs. Any breed of dogs they hate and fear them. So if you have dogs or you’re a shape-shifter, I suggest you use them.
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It was spring, April 1616 in London, Shakespeare’s children are married. Susanna married a physician John Hall and Judith married the vintner, Thomas Quiney, leaving his son, Hamnet, dead at the age of 11. No one knows exactly how