Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

“Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.” “Oh,” I mutter. Thankfully, my glamour is of a different woman. The other man on the table nudges him. “Stop that. You know how crazy the Lycan king gets when that mage becomes the topic.” He shifts his attention to me and warns, “He doesn’t believe that she’s dead so she’s looking for her. So, you be careful about discussing that too. Mage Serra is currently a hero in this kingdom. The Lycan king insisted on that.”

"The King was struck down and here you are basking in the deceptive tributes of the Vampire King." "Vampire King?" I ignored his rude accusation to ask. "Oh, you didn't even know who you were dancing with." We arrived at an isolated hall and closed the door to reduce the music blast. "That was Vladimir, the Vampire King. He is very deceptive and manipulative. Do well to avoid him. He takes advantage of his good looks and charms to lure women into doing whatever he asks and when that doesn't succeed, he uses his powers which believe me, no one has yet to subdue."

Blue flames appeared around his body, Klaus let go of his heart amidst the flames and in less than two seconds there was nothing but ashes and even those ashes were consumed. "No matter who you are, no matter your rank, power or name..." Victor spoke, and his voice reverberated throughout the room. "We will not allow any user of necromancy to continue living." "It's more than obvious that the Kingdom of the Wizards is corrupted..." I continued. "Just like the Kingdom of the Lycans and Werewolves." I smiled mischievously. "Nyllian didn't have to die!" The blue-haired archmage said. "We could have cleansed his aura and certainly taken the corruption out of him."

"Of course! The Vampire King's power was tied to his connection with his army. If we can sever that link, the undead won't have any reason to keep fighting." The necromancer's laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "You fools," it sneered. "Do you truly believe you can stop what is to come? The undead horde is unstoppable, and soon, the entire world will bow before my might!" It raised its hand, and the air crackled with dark energy. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons held at the ready. But as the necromancer's power surged towards us, a sudden realization dawned on me.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The fighting seems to calm for a moment, everyone standing in shock. “Surprised, yes?” A voice says from behind the group of zombies. “What have you done!?” Shrieked Queen Lucia, Lysander’s mother. “Well, what you didn’t know Your Majesty, was that Gannon wasn’t the only Necromancer in our kingdom. Before you murdered him, he taught his gift to others of our cause. Now you will reap what you have sown.” Beatrix yells.

“You will stand across from me.” We all move into position. Each of my Kings represent with life or death. Levi is the King of Demons, and thus the underworld, so he represents death at its purest form. While Remiel is the King of the Angels, representing life at its purest form. Lucern is a strong necromancer, so he also represents death, but on a lesser level than Levi.

Heart stop, wolf go dark, Goddess take him. Then I see him come back. Crawling out of his own grave, dirt in his teeth, eyes silver. First Necro-wolf. First Dead King. I gasp. Stagger back. The memory breaks. Rook catches my elbow before I hit stone. His cut palm presses to my cheek, smearing black blood on my skin. Claiming. Marking. “You saw it,” he says. Not a question. “I saw you die,” I whisper. “For real. Before the flatline. Before the Goddess brought you back wrong.”