Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers. "Look!" Her eyes snapped open and fixated itself on the grave. "It's moving, it's moving!"

The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length. "Wow! Beautiful!" The boy exclaimed. Dua chuckled, "I know, right?" "What's the Vampire King's curse about?" He asked next, putting Dua in a mini pause for a few seconds. "That..." she paused, fumbling for an answer. "I haven't thought about that yet. I'll come up with something later," she smiled. The boy furrowed his brows in confusion. "What's his name then?" He asked another question. Dua lifted her chin, thinking of an answer. "Probably Alexander," she answered.

The voice thundered through the chamber, jagged and jagged, ricocheting from the walls and crashing into my soul. My father, the Lycan King, in all fury and iron. Unprepared, the blow of the booming voice startled me just like the sound smashed into my head and tightened my grip on the kill. The hare's ears flicked forward in trepidation. I could read terror in its eyes—just like mine had looked that day.

Panic fills me as I remember his plan to shove me across the border and fight with the pain. We remain where we are, waiting as the rogues show up in their mangy wolf and dirty human forms. Many of them look too far gone to really have any ability to follow orders, yet they stop and waiting for their ‘leader’ to step forward. “So you are the Lycan King,” He snorts and Rocky remains motionless. “And I can only assume that she is the special healer all those packs were looking for.” “She is no one to you,” Rocky says firmly. The rogue cackles, his throaty laughter sending a chill up my spine.

Once again, I was led down the flaring stairs to the heavy double front doors leading outside the palace. As we crossed the foyer, I realized my heart was racing at twice its normal speed. The doors swung open from outside with a heavy, drawn-out creak, and I faced my terror, everything else around me fading away. In the centre of the courtyard, directly opposite the palace's main entrance, stood Malik Wolfe, the Lycan King, the King of Kings. The monster from my nightmare.

I noticed the small rocks falling from above us bounced off some invisible shield surrounding them. “Nyx Hura’nyx. Seventh son of the seventh litter,” he bellowed. “You have angered our Ancestors.” “Erm, hello father,” said Nyx quietly. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.” “And who is this frog magician with you?” All eyes turned to me. “Wait, my lord,” said the hooded rat beside him. “It is he, the one we have been searching for. The King Killer.” There was only one king’s death I had caused, and probably deserved to be punished for. Were mice and rats related? Did they get on? Maybe they wanted to thank me for getting rid of a rival.

Yes, he's Alexander Red, the very dangerous Lucifer, the king of all vampires, not just the king, but the most dreaded one, the most dangerous creature that ever walked on the phase of earth, his dark and intimidating aura, kills faster than anything. He has been into existence for centuries, and lives in the forbidden den, which is located in the basement of a mansion. To people, they believe that the house is just a mansion, but no one knows that there's a secret, a dangerous one, behind the mansion, which is the den in the basement. Alot of scientists, after hearing of the existence of the mysterious creature, have been to the den for research, but none of them ever came out alive, and th

They were outnumbered ten to one, but not a single man backed down. Marcus staggered over to the shadow army's front line, a wicked, blood-stained grin on his face. "Kill the King! Capture the citadel!" The two forces crashed together with a deafening roar of steel and wolf growls. While the battle raged around us, the figure with the glowing purple staff walked slowly through the chaos, stepping right up to my floating body. He pulled back his dark hood, revealing a twisted, scarred face with empty white eyes. "My Queen," the dark caster bowed low. "The seal is broken. The North is yours for the taking."

I rasped out, coughing again as the smoke hit my throat, and I pushed myself up onto my elbows while the floor beneath us split open with a loud pop, releasing a freezing mist that chilled my blood instantly and made my teeth chatter, so I grabbed Kaelor's arm and told him we needed to move away from the cracks right now. Before Kaelor could pull me up to my feet, a low rumble shook the whole room, and the mist billowed higher, wrapping around our boots while Vane stepped out from behind a shattered marble pillar with a bloody smile on his face, clapping his hands slowly and mocking my lineage while he started chanting an ancient incantation that accelerated the sealing break. "You are too l

, he said proudly, growling and laughing. Nara studied the necromancer, he was a tall and lean figure with an unsettling presence. His skin is a pale, sickly color, as if he rarely sees the sun. His face is covered in scars that run deep, creating grooves in his skin that give him an almost skeletal appearance. His eyes are sunken and dark, with a piercing gaze that seems to see into the very soul of those he looks upon.