Manic X Scourge Novels & Stories

"Biological threat level: Alpha-Extinction. Threat vector: Nanite-infused viral spores. The 'Scourge' protocol is active." Scarlett rushed to the edge of the transparent Dome, the Stellar Navigator in her hand flashing a violent, bloody red. She pressed her palm against the reinforced glass. On the other side, the newly sprouted grass of the wasteland was instantly turning to black ash. "It's not just a sickness," Scarlett breathed, her amber eyes wide with realization. "It’s a genetic eraser. The Creators aren't trying to capture the Lycans anymore. They’re trying to delete them from the planet's hard drive."

But his youth was completely overshadowed by the sheer, horrific intensity of his infection. Through Marcus’s Diamond Focus, the boy was entirely engulfed in the Red Rust. Jagged, violent spikes of toxic crimson mana tore through his nervous system, visibly boiling beneath his skin. The boy’s eyes were completely black, his fingernails digging into his own palms until they bled. He was completely lost to the madness. "Please," the boy choked out, his voice a distorted, guttural rasp that sounded more like a Savage Man than a human being. "Make it stop. Make it quiet!"

“Spirit Scan” NAME: Mane AGE: 11 HEALTH POINTS: 3200/4000 RACE: Supreme BLOODLINE: Mixed (Olympian, Norse GodKing, ???) BLOODLINE RANK: Improbable LEVEL: Earth Stage 1 (Level 51.25) POWER LEVEL: 490,250 WIELDER TYPE: Multi Wielder (Body Wielder; Energy Wielder; Spiritualist) SPECIALTY: Strength; Intelligence; Speed GLOWS: Takeover; Aftershock; Endless Wave; Basileus; Son of Lightning; Absolute Darkness; Brimstone

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

He broke into a lewd chuckle, his face distorted with sleaze. With a lascivious smile and a filthy and repulsive glance, the man with the scarred face remarked, "A pretty boy like you defending her, huh? She's quite the looker. How about selling her to me?" Ember was disgusted. She responded with a spat and was ready to retort. However, Caleb swiftly took her hand and motioned for her to keep silent. They were in a dangerous situation. Provoking the man may have disastrous repercussions. Caleb's public presence had made him a recognizable figure. A confidant of the scar-faced man whispered to him, presumably informing him of Caleb's identity.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

His expression turned furious while holding his manhood. "Boys!" he shouted, and the two men who were with him in the event came inside the greenhouse and ran towards us. I guess, sending them away was also an act. Seeing those monstrous heights and biceps, it felt like this was my time. I know that if a miracle which could set me out from this doom wouldn't occur, Pierre will take me back to his mansion as a corpse. However, I cannot believe that this man cannot handle me alone. If tonight's the night that I'll last draw my breath, my dying wish is to see this cowardly man fucked up in hell.

"Ever heard of the Black Scorpions?" I drew my breath when I heard him mention the Black Scorpions. I knew about them from Hale and he had told me severally that The New Order was terrified of the Black Scorpions. There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought.

I shut the door with a flick of my wrist, turned the lock, and shut out the prying eyes. "Don Romano, I'm Elena," I announced. "Here's a token from the Deluca family." The wheelchair turned slowly to face me. Even prepared, I caught my breath for a split second at the sight. His face was a study in contrasts. The left side was chiseled perfection, but the right was hidden behind a silver mask, with burn scars creeping out like red, twisted centipedes. It was truly a horrifying sight, a mix of the divine and the monstrous.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders. I breathed in through my nose, dragging my feet towards the shish kebabbed vampire. I just need to kill the other one then I can leave. I’ll figure that out later I suppose. I sighed as I reached the rotting body that had been speared by the rod, god these things actually stink. I squatted down and patted the pockets down until I felt a hard rectangle in the front. I put my hand into the pocket after glancing around, it was just an ID and a pocket knife. I felt my stomach role as I stared at the picture on the plastic, the woman had blonde hair and