Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

Standing a few paces away from the dais was Elder Malakor, his thin, bloodless lips curved into a triumphant, reptilian smirk. As I took my place near the periphery with Susan and Elara flanking me like protective sentinels, Malakor stepped forward, bowing mockingly low before the King. "Your Majesty," Malakor’s dry, raspy voice echoed off the vaulted stone ceiling, carrying clearly to every corner of the hall. "We come before the throne today not to dispute your grace regarding the Omega omega, but to address a matter of critical survival for our entire pack. With the constant breaches at our borders, the dark magic attacks plaguing our inner wards, and the glaring, dangerous absence of an

It was almost like she never existed in the first place. Cassian had barely slept. He was feeling her absence more than he cared to admit. Tony was starting to get really worried about him. He was hardly eating, and he snapped at every little thing. Even the maids were scared to go near him now. It was as if the famous scarred king had returned, and no one could be spared from his wrath. "S... Sir?" A timid-looking maid, Noelle, stammered as she opened Cassian's study door.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.

Coldness washed over the body of the old man and then, his eyes shut and his heart stopped beating. "Pretty fun. It's nice to visit the human world again." Adonis pulled away from the man and took a step backwards, his cold gaze still on the dead man's body. He was the King of all death angels, the end of every living thing. The end of the first living thing and he would be the end of the last living thing. He turned backwards and vanished away, into thin air. * "The Death King is here!" "He... He is really here!" "He came to the human world himself!"

In a fluid motion that mirrored the king's vengeful desire, he added, "My king, at your gesture..." "Indeed, reveal what lies beneath," the king's command cut through the heavy atmosphere, slicing through the tension like a sharpened blade. With a graceful flourish, the red silk cloth was lifted, unraveling the horrors it had concealed. A collective gasp seemed to hold the chamber captive as a malevolent sight unfolded, a tableau that exuded an air of pure darkness. Lord Alden anguished cry reverberated off the walls as he sank to his knees, his trembling hands outstretched towards the unimaginable sight before him. There, upon the golden tray, rested his beloved family, their lifeless head

even his stutter is very sexy how could I say no to that? I slowly nodded my head which instantly put a smile on his face. I saw him move closer to me before lifting his hands and carefully caressing my chin. Before I know it, a soft moving thing was already on my lips. W-why is his lips so soft when he is a man? Well, he is not just an ordinary man since he is very tall and his body built was just right. It was not that bumpy but was not that thin. And most of all he is Eucalyptus Cinerea coven’s future king! This is why he was so perfect that I do not understand why he chose to be by my side.

He laughed awkwardly and withdrew his hand. "I'm Edward Norton, minister of state affairs and this..." he gestured at Wymond. "..is his royal Majesty, King Wymond Ed...." The warriors didn't let him finish his words before they burst into laughter, they pointed at Wymond as they laughed and this angered Wymond. He narrowed his eyes as he made to pounce at them, but I quickly stopped him. *They're just being cautious* I reminded him of his words. "If he's the King, then I am the beast that lurks the wizardry forest at night" one of them said.

Aldrich said, and I knew he was attempting to sever the conversation. “What ever is the reason?” his step-father demanded, his enthusiasm draining from his voice. “I have been wounded in battle,” Aldrich gestured to his scabbing face, and I cursed to myself when I saw it oozing. I would have to put an actual salve mixed with my blood on it, and maybe make him get stitches. “My pain medication makes me rather drowsy.” “We are having this celebration, Aldrich,’ the King then snapped. I flinched at how powerful his voice carried. “It is pivotal we present to the vampires and our community, how despite one war ending into the next beginning, we are a unit.”