Manic X Scourge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The blue light flared, and for a second, the world fell away. I wasn't in the tower. I was standing on a plain of black glass under a sky of churning violet. In the center of the plain sat a relic—a jagged crown of bone and silver that vibrated with a dissonant, screeching frequency. I saw the Council of Twelve standing around it, their hands joined, funneling their intent into the bone. The Moon-Sick wasn't a virus. It was a broadcast. A signal meant to drown out the First Song and turn the Alphas into rabid dogs. I felt the frequency hitting my own mind, a series of sharp, jagged needles. Kill. Tear. Burn.

The middle one gripped a staff crowned with a chunk of obsidian so black it ate the morning light. The Scourge. My knees almost buckled. Rogue hunters. Outside the rule of the packs. No allegiance, no mercy. They didn’t just kill, they erased. They believed power didn’t belong in mortal hands. They had tracked and destroyed bloodlines for centuries. Now they were here. For me. “We need to leave,” I whispered. Mark shook his head. “Too late.” The temperature dropped. Fast. One second, sunlight. The next frost curling along the window edges. My breath came out in a plume of fog.

Through the veil of my soot-streaked hair, I finally saw him up close. He was a terrifying masterpiece of Lycanthropic biology. Scars crisscrossed his chest, pale white against the drying gore of the Rogues he’d slaughtered. But it was his eyes that struck me. They were a violent, swirling crimson, burning with an obsessive, frantic intensity that bordered on madness. He wasn't just angry. He was desperate. He grabbed the man kneeling next to me—a frail, elderly scavenger—by the throat, lifting him off the ground with a sickeningly effortless motion. The man kicked weakly, his eyes rolling back as the oxygen was violently cut off.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

“You didn’t grow up in that house. You didn’t see the lies. The control. The way he poisoned everything he touched. I have to be the one to end it. Completely. Not for revenge. For… sanitation. To scour his poison from the world. So Alessia can live without his shadow. So we can live.” “And what if the scouring leaves a mark on you that never comes out?” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “What if, in trying to kill the monster, you have to become one, just for a little while? And that little while changes you forever?” He didn’t answer. He looked at the papers on the desk, then back at me. The conflict in his eyes was a war in itself. The soldier who wanted to deploy the nuclear option, a

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

I stilled, my weight sinking into the floor as my knees pressed back on its hardness. I grabbed the wine glass a bit tighter, harder, pulling every strength my fingers had against its smooth surface until I heard a crack, then a scratching pain between my thumb and index finger, and a wetness trickled down. "Stand up, get yourself together and go back to your husband." My father's voice resounded in my head, over and over, until I was grabbing my skull with both of my hands like a load. I wanted to forget. I searched around for a distraction - crazy dancers, drinking competitors, make-out buddies on the job, smokers and a heavy weight security admiring a pole dancer like he could grovel her.

he shot back with a devastatingly handsome smirk, clearly enjoying my horror, "She’s got that innocent, quiet energy. It’s a literal thirst trap. I’m just saying that the silent girls are always the freakiest." I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Keep dreaming, Remo. Aside from the fact that it's disturbing, there’s a very large, very lethal problem standing in your way. His name is Scott Mancini. He worships the ground she walks on. If he caught you even looking at a photo of her for too long, he wouldn’t just kill you, he’d make sure there wasn't enough of you left to put in one of those funerals you supposedly 'provide' for." Remo held up his hands in a de

Silas smiled. And suddenly I understood why people feared men like him more than monsters. Because he looked completely human while saying terrible things. “The Purge Initiative is preparing a full operation,” he said calmly. “Large-scale eradication.” The room went silent. Ronan’s eyes darkened instantly. “What operation?” Silas leaned back slightly despite the restraints. “Rogue packs. Independent territories. Any supernatural groups considered unstable.” My heart dropped. Bloodmoon. Silas looked directly at Ronan. “And guess who’s first on the list.”

Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter. I hear a scream from behind me. I turn, and I see a scarred-faced elderly woman running toward me with a syringe in her hand. I grab her writs and snap it. Then I feel a burning stab in my back shoulder right in my Alpha mark. I look over my shoulder, and Nox is about to pull out the knife and stab me again. I toss the old woman to the ground and punch Nox square in the nose. He stumbles back, and his eyes are watering. It gives me a chance to pull the knife out of my back. As soon as the blade is out, I can feel it start to heal. Wolves heal quickly, but with my enhanced fae healing, this silver was nothi