Kairami

DCD - B2 - Chapter 62: Epilogue 1

After some confirmation with a staff member at Lightway academy, there was indeed a delay on orientation day. Approximately one month from now was the day classes would start. The Beacon tournament had been interrupted and wouldn’t resume for a few more days. After that, a week of intermissions, before the redemption tournament would begin.

All-in-all, Enya had roughly one month to do what she needed to before attending the first day at her new school. This time—would be spent helpi...

B2 - Chapter 61: Finding Meaning

“You must be…”

“This is Pell. Pell Meltere, sir,” the guide introduced.

“Ah. I see. I'd heard that you were… a skeleton—but honestly, I thought it was a joke or some exaggeration. But…”

“No,” Pell said flatly. “I’m an actual skeleton.”

They stood in the quiet, dignified lobby of the Information Guild. Pell had left Enya and Renwick behind, his soul-flames flickering with quiet anticipation. It had taken over a week, but the information he ...

Status and Hiatus of The Little Necromancer + Side Stories

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Hello, all!

Book 2 will be ending soon in a couple chapters. Once this happens, the story will be put on hiatus. I'm not stopping the series or anything, but I have reached a juncture in negotiations for my story and my publisher. Basically some legal contract stuff to hash out.

If all goes to plan, then my story will be moved to anoth...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 60: Broken Crown

Trigger Warning: Although I believe it's pretty tame, there is short description of torture in this chapter near the end. Just a heads up.



Helmutt took his time.

The descent was steep, each footstep ringing hollow against stone slick with moisture.

Torches lined the narrow stairwell in iron sconces—burning low and crooked, casting sickly orange light that bar...

B2 - Chapter 59: Request Complete

There was little sound. Just the rough, unsettling creak of the cave filled the silence; a sound that spoke of age and unseen depths.

The color bled away from the world. The vibrance of moss and soil gave way to a lifeless gray—everything tinted in ash and shadow.

Plip, Plop.

Faintly, in the distance, droplets of water fell from stalactites; a steady rhythm, occasionally accompanied by larger falls.

Yet, the observers couldn’t hear a sound. No. They weren�...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 58: The Stockades

Dust rolled in with the wind.

Beyond Marralow Pass, past Titan’s Road and the half-collapsed stone markers of Juniper’s Keep, the land twisted into something harsher. Red clay stretched across broken hills, dry riverbeds clawed through valleys like old scars, and the sky hung low with a white, aching glare. Out here, even the clouds looked weathered.

Talo’s southern frontier had always been unruly. It was a vast stretch of roads that connected Talo to the various southern pr...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 57: Moving the Dungeon Core

“Please, have a seat,” Renwick offered.

Pell settled onto the right side of the wide, luxurious sofa, its frame carved from polished wood and its cushions deep enough to sink into. Enya plopped beside him with a soft pomf, her small boots dangling slightly above the carpeted floor.

Maybe one day, she’d find a seat where her feet could touch the floor.

Around them, mahogany shelves lined the walls, each displaying shining artifacts encased in glass domes—glov...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 56: Less than Warm Welcome

Lain, dressed in his ever-neat butler’s uniform, entered the room with quiet steps. He carried no tray of pastries at this time—it was well outside Custodian’s usual window for such indulgences.

“You called, sir?”

Custodian sat in his cushioned chair, comfortably reclined. In front of him lay a modest stack of papers—important documents awaiting his review. Though he spent much of his time here, the room lacked a proper desk. Having one, he felt, would make the space f...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 55: Paragon of Crafting

“Did I make a mistake?”

Pell was second-guessing himself.

How did the Gravecaller’s Band sell that quickly?

It was only a silver-tier item—one he’d listed for ten gold coins, no less. Maybe if it were a high-tier silver, then maybe. But this? Ten gold wasn’t exactly cheap.

He reorganized the screen and immediately pulled up his seller history. There it was: Gravecaller’s Band.

A strange name appeared beside the purchase.

“Who the bl...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 54: Pell, the Scalper.

“Come on… come on…!” Pell muttered, his jaw clacking faintly. His soul-flames were glued to the interface panel of the Marketplace. Several listed items populated the screen, each scrolling down one-by-one. He organized the current list by cheapest price. And when there was an item listed low enough…

“There!” he exclaimed, before tapping on the panel before him.

Without a second thought, he tapped confirm.

“Alright, finally!”

He laid out his hand, and...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 53: Pell, the Merchant

Talo was in a state of emergency.

After the incident involving the infiltration of a demon, the entire city went into lockdown. Leaving the city was strictly forbidden, except in absolute emergencies. Security for those entering had tightened significantly, and all travelers—citizens and merchants alike—were thoroughly scrutinized.

Even after Enya and the others returned, the city would remain on high alert for another full week. As a result, Enya and Pell spent roughly five d...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 52: Extinguished

Just when Enya thought she had gotten away from the smell of burning wood and combustion, the air here, too, smelled of the same. In the week since leaving the dungeon, she had become accustomed to unique smells. From pleasant ones like flowers to grilled skewers, to ones almost as bad as decaying flesh, like the smell of smoke and burnt sap.

Ted.E and Enya made their way over to the others, while Nakrin, Josier, and now Pell, faced the last remaining foes. The forest groaned as the two...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 51: Time for a Harvest

“Phylactery?” The words escaped Enya’s mouth.

“Huh?” Pell asked. He saw the confused gaze on her face. It was clear that she was reading a system notification.

“It says that I crafted a Demonic Phylactery. A minor one.”

“You mean those things that liches use to like, gain immortality or whatever?

“I think they can be used for that,” she answered. In Sable’s books, there were actually many uses for a phylactery. All it was, was basically a containe...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 50: Forest Fires

Annoying. Frustrating.

Those were the two words echoing inside Risha's mind.

Over and over again, the same exact thing—little to no progress being made. And yet, she couldn’t keep this up forever. Her strength was being drained by the second.

She was running through the forest, trying to lead the monster away from the other large conglomeration of trees. It was hard, not just for her, but for everyone, to do this. They were in a massive forest after all.

T...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 49: What Remains

Hot.

That’s what it was.

The warm sensation was everywhere. It felt heavy. Blurry, too.

Enya stirred silently.

A hand gripped her shoulder—a firm, steady shake moved her.

“Wake up,” a voice said, low, coarse, but also urgent. “Hey, come on. You gotta get up.”

Slowly, she blinked. It wasn’t slow because she was tired. It was slow, because something was actively working against her.

Her lashes—they were caked in grit. A sharp, crunchy te...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 48: Just a Favor

Pin finished her last words over the communication crystal.

She sat in a chair far too big for her—legs dangling, unable to touch the floor. In front of her was a wide glass bowl, filled with a strange white-and-red mixture. One of her experimental concoctions, something she had made in a fit of hobbyist curiosity.

With a silver spoon, she scooped a small bite into her mouth.

It was…

Hmm.

The texture was slippery. Smooth—but not quite as silky as s...

DCD - B2 - Chapter 47: An Empty Vessel

Zerus screamed.

Not one of rage—but something much, much deeper.

Her body convulsed. She trembled violently, thrashing beneath the weight of what was happening to her. The sensation crawling through her wasn’t like pain—it was worse. It was like her bones were being torn apart from the inside out. The black runes that once slithered smoothly across her skin now jerked in sharp, erratic movements. Shadow writhed violently along her body, no longer flowing, but spasming.

DCD - B2 - Chapter 46: Taking a Risk

Sand, dust, wind—everything was being kicked up from the forceful blows exchanged between both combatants. For every dagger strike that struck true along Zerus’ body, she lashed out just as wildly. Her form was riddled with wounds. Blood seeped down her skin.

Josier was no exception, either.

She landed a clean hit, clawing two deep marks right across his chest, tearing through the suit he wore. The rest of his injuries, though, were mostly superficial.

That wasn’t<...