Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

They were already dead so they just kept fighting until they were destroyed completely. "Scouts report the enemy is retreating but only to regroup," Garrick reported. He looked as exhausted as I felt. "They're building something in the corrupted forest. Some kind of structure. We think it's a ritual site." "For what purpose?" Aldric demanded. "That's unknown. But if Kael is preparing a ritual with that much shadow magic concentrated..." Garrick didn't finish. He didn't need to. The room fell into heavy silence. Then I heard myself speak. "I can find out what he's planning."

A heavy, tattered cloak of crimson velvet billowed behind him, untouched by the snow. As he stepped closer to the fortress, the pitch-fires burning along the walls illuminated his face. It was a face of aristocratic, brutal perfection, pale as moonlight, framed by long, stark-white hair. But his eyes were what froze the blood in my veins. They were not toxic green. They were a deep, endless, abyssal black, swirling with a galaxy of dark, necrotic magic. King Valerius. The True King. The ghost in the ice.

She dove her hand into his chest, ripped his heart out, and tossed it on the ground. She looked at us and nodded gratefully before she walked back into the crowd. "We are in search of a Sacredos. Anyone who feels a change in themselves and thinks that they have been bestowed with the blessing can approach us," Vladimir addressed everyone before he stepped back. Nik stepped forward. "I am and will remain the King of Mozog, but I will be handing over the rule to Prince Vladimir." Nik extended his hand to me. I walked to his side and held his hand.

THE NECROMANCER The chains clustered together when a slave was brought into the hall from the dungeons. That slave, no ordinary woman but a necromancer who was kept alive for this sole purpose, to revive the dead and create an army of nightcrawlers. The Queen had a wicked smile on her face as she descended the staircase from the throne and approached the woman in the black veil. "My dear, Elisabeth. You know what I want from you. Then why ask such ridiculous doubts and waste my time." Said the queen.

His jaw is set, and I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. The telling of it was exhausting. Every detail—Hera’s visit, the curse, the reincarnations, the gypsy witches’ sacrifice. Kieran did most of the talking, his voice steady and factual, while I filled in the emotional gaps. Kael’s fingers drum against his desk. “What you’re saying is that we have the same enemy: the necromancer.” He pauses, his frustration evident. “But we’re no closer to identifying him.” “No,” Kieran confirms.

He took a breath letting it settle the ice of his heart and slowly he came back to himself “the new vampire lord has demanded my land” his brother said He looked at his brother in surprise “the who what now?” he said making consus smile “you’ve updated a couple of things i see” consus said “you could say that talk to me i have not heard of a new vampire lord in this area not since father abolished the rule before his death” he said “this vampire has taken it upon himself to become one and has taken to waging war to the surrounding groups, me and you and just two other groups are left he means to take the entire area and become an overlord” consus said

Alejandro was not the same man I had seen in the throne room three days ago, because his hair was disheveled like he had been running his hands through it for hours, and his shirt was untucked and wrinkled, and his eyes were not gold anymore but dark, so dark, wild and hungry with something else I could not name. He was drunk, and I could smell it from across the room, with Lycan wine so strong that it could kill a human and strong enough to make a king stumble, and when he looked at me, he looked like a starving man who had just seen bread for the first time in years, like a drowning man who had just seen air, and like a monster who had just seen the one thing in the world that could save h

Bruce nodded in confirmation, and I tightly held Caroline's hand as we made our way towards The HellGuard pack. When we arrived, we saw the witches trembling in agony while Marcus and his men stood over them, as if they owned the very ground they stood on. Fueled by anger, I approached them with determination. "What is all this ruckus about?" I demanded, my gaze intense. Marcus smirked in response, but his smile meant nothing to me.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Everyone before him needed to be punished… Hunter’s eyes go from Gold to pure silver as he once again releases even more of his Royal aura over those before him and sends it out even further. He then growls low. “I AM KING NATHANIEL HUNTER COLE KING. KING OF VAMPIRES AND SHIFTERS ALIKE. HEAR ME LOUD AND CLEAR I COMMAND THEE…” This is the start of the end… No one is safe… No one will survive… END VISION…