Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

The king says and just then, he turns around again and our guide starts to guide us to the king's lair. I am not sure what to expect, what could have haunted that poor creature to feel the way she feels. I am starting to feel afraid of those necromancers, what exactly are they? What exactly was the curse, what is going to happen? I am nervous and afraid, but I also feel the need to be here and protect my children's future. Whatever evil may come, we will vanquish it.

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

"Can he do that, I mean how?" "Necromancers serve as link between the dead and the living. I'm alive and human, but not the other creatures, they're not of the physical world and only a necromancer can take them there. What you see happening to your town is as a result of his coming, as he draws nearer so will the disaster get worse. So by the time he arrives, the remaining survivals will be annihilated by the abomination he'll invite to your world." "How do we stop him?"

said the Duke, enjoying the despair in his eyes the color of the summer sky. Lord Vragenn displeasedly threw another human corpse aside, continuing to mutter spells to himself. His strength was already quite weakened. The king almost broke the Saint, but at the last moment she, with renewed strength, began to fight him off. Some people shared their energy with her...

He tumbled along the ground and stopped motionless, lying like a broken doll. “No!” I didn’t even realize at first that it was me who had cried out. Was he dead? No, his soul wasn’t flying away! And even if it was, I would get it back. I was a necromancer, dammit. Rage and desperation flashed inside me, and my other half got the upper hand. Instead of banishing the devourers with my necromantic power, I immolated them with a stream of scorching flames. It didn’t really matter anymore, though.

Beside her, Kevin, her loyal ally, radiated a sinister aura, his features twisted with anticipation. The night air crackled with dark energy as the necromancer's footsteps echoed through the desolate landscape. Behind them, the sound of dragging limbs and hollow moans reverberated, a chilling symphony of death. Selena's army comprised of skeletal warriors, reanimated corpses, and nightmarish creatures, all under her command. Kevin glanced at Selena, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Alpha Caleb's kingdom will fall before the might of our forces," he whispered, his voice laced with malevolence. "The fear we will unleash upon them will be their undoing."

His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready. Slowly, he brings up the clawed hand until it's looking Ragnar in the face. "I warned you," the Lycan King growls. "You do not mess around with what belongs to me." "My King—" Ragnar doesn't get to finish the words, because they morph into a shrill, ear-piercing howl of pure pain as the king brings down his claws with a bone-chilling finality. Blood splatters against the white pillar, and I turn around and press my face against Anton's chest, not wanting to see the rest.

A faint warmth seeps through the glass, crawling up my wrist like tendrils of cold fire. “You must be clever,” she warns. “The King is no ordinary Lycan. His curse is tied to ancient magic, to blood spilled by witches long before your pack existed. This”—she touches the vial—“enhances the curse. Speeds it. Unleashes it.” “And it will kill him?” I ask. “If he doesn’t kill himself under the madness first.” Her smile is slow, wicked. “Either way, he will not stand.” My breath comes out harsh.

One of the elders, James, adjusted his robe as he stood up, “Alpha, about the banquet that's coming up tomorrow, we heard you've invited the Lycan king. Don't you think that's dangerous?” Kaiden raised his brows, “What do you mean?” James swallowed and said, “Alpha, you must have heard some rumors about the Lycan king, Lord Duncan. People say he's extremely dangerous, and he has the looks of a demon. They say he kills in seconds, and he's extremely skilled while fighting. His name alone instills fear in the heart of people. Do you want to invite such kind of a person to the banquet? What if everyone gets frightened to death!” his voice was laced with fear as he stared at Kaiden.

Natalia asked calmly. The soldiers looked at each other before answering the queen. "We saw him, dear queen. He fought the demons and he was with someone." This behavior made Natalia frown. "He had a necromancer with him who was the reason why we won the war." Natalia was unable to speak immediately, especially after hearing the term necromancer. This is one of the terms that Wysteria fears. Everyone knows the necromancer and how dangerous it is. "How come he has a necromancer with him? A necromancer is a demon. Maybe you just made a mistake?!" Natalia hit her table and the soldiers hit her. They were surprised by Natalia's behavior.