Manic X Scourge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was monstrous in scale, his chest bare and crisscrossed with jagged white scars that glowed faintly in the moonlight. He was draped in a tattered pelt that smelled of old blood and failed rebellions. His eyes weren't the liquid fire of the Faded Moon royalty; they were a sickly, jaundiced yellow, swirling with the madness of a Rogue who had spent too long eating from the scraps of other packs.

His clothing was covered in splattered blood, and the sickening smell of vomit and death intertwined with the stench of body order. Then, I turned to look at the crew. Isabella's fingertips traced the edges of Viktor's scars slashed across his neck as she sobbed. They shook as they moved to touch him. Martin was trying to help Amber with Wendall—everyone was torn apart. There was so much…carnage. My gut twisted—and I wasn’t sure whether it was from the stench and sight of it all, or because I truly, actually did care about the people in front of me.

I turned to face the menacing faces of Lucas' men, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of power. "Gotcha," one of them sneered, tightening his hold on my arm. I struggled, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged me through the wreckage, towards the heart of darkness itself, Alpha Lucas. As we approached Lucas, his piercing gaze met mine. The Alpha exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding and intimidating. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes, the hunger for power that had driven him to destroy my village. "Welcome, little lamb," Lucas growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Mark my words, Storm. If you lose Scarlett, you lose the support of this family as well.” Storm’s eyes flashed, and he took a defiant step forward, ready to defend himself, but the moment was interrupted by the commotion at the entrance. There were raised voices, the sounds of guards attempting to intercept someone determined to get through. In the next instant, the large double doors burst open, and Scarlett’s father stormed in, eyes blazing. “Storm Scoville!” Mr. Scott’s voice thundered through the villa. He ignored the guards flanking him, his focus solely on Storm. In a flash, he crossed the room and threw a punch that connected squarely with Storm’s jaw, sending him stumbling back in s

*The Ashen Scourge. She had read about it in an ancient, half-rotted medical journal she unearthed years ago. It wasn't a standard poison....it was a highly contagious, aggressive cellular degradation that targeted the Lycan respiratory and metabolic systems. If the border flora was showing dark veins, it meant the environment itself was mutating. Her current antidote was designed to neutralize a specific chemical toxin; it would only temporarily mask the symptoms of the Scourge before the cellular breakdown accelerated. Tanya’s arrogance was going to get people killed. Worse, when the warriors inevitably relapsed, Tanya’s fraud would collapse—and she would drag Elena down with her.

Aunt Drucella added. “They serve only one master, their creator_ they become mindless and eventually die when their creator is killed.” “This is what killed Scurv.” Greg says. “Hang on, I thought Scruv died from a fever.” I look at Greg still trying to process everything. “He didn't, his eyes turned black and blood came out of every hole in his body before he died all within a few hours after our meeting__no fever kills that quickly, and in that manner.” “He had a deep scratch on him that day.”

Her face paled, and she trembled slightly. “Stop it, you guys. You are scaring Millie.” The aura receded immediately, and the tension dissipated from the air. I patted Millie’s back in comfort while my mind raced with the new information I’d just learnt. So the Maniac Rogue had been controlling things behind the scenes? “Let’s see what I can do about the poison,” my twin said. Marc stepped forward and placed a hand on my arm, and I felt a warm, translucent energy filling my entire being. It felt so refreshing and comfortable and I didn’t want it to end.

I shouted, then my whole group and I started to carve through the endless waves of enemies to reach Manehattan. Meanwhile at the road’s edge of Manehattan, Corona’s Savage Twin Brother & Twin Sister Delta and Omicron were waiting for me “Corona. Omicron and I are in position” said Delta “good we don't want Arnold to leave Equestria without a fight” Corona shouted. Back to our fight my group and I saw Manehattan in the distance “Amicitia, we have trouble ahead” Domino Amante shouted and we stopped and saw two Viruslings “who are these guys?” Scaerdia asked me “that’s Corona’s Savage Twins, Delta Covidsting & Omicron Covidblood” I explained.

"I'm going to die?" "Not if I can help it," I said fiercely, pulling her closer against my side. "The only way to stop the Hunt mark is to kill the one who placed it," Ronan explained. "Or complete the ritual." "Then we kill the bastard with the scars," I said. "Kael Bloodmane." Ronan's face went grim. "He's not just any rogue, Jaxon. He's a necromancer. A blood mage. He's survived three separate execution attempts by the High Council."

The moon watched indifferently, its light painting silver paths that led nowhere. A roar shattered the night, deeper, more furious than theirs. Bodies crashed through the underbrush, and suddenly, chaos erupted. The biggest wolf-man I'd ever seen burst from the shadows—Thorne. His form was massive, scars etching his broad chest and arms, eyes blazing gold. He didn't hesitate, slamming into the nearest scout, teeth sinking into flesh. Blood sprayed, warm droplets hitting my cheek as I huddled against a tree. The scout yelped, bones crunching under Thorne's jaws.