Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Novels & Stories

The world choke violently,all the creatures and beings felt the power and feared greatly,even the human world was in chaos,the chaos of the Ruthless Jonas was able to locate them,on reaching the spot he ran to Gavin and healed him immediately,Gavin stood up and made eye contact with Jonas and they ran after the king using their spiritual energy The king is already lost control and if they leave him he might destroy their world,Jonas can not watch that happen,he had been there for an unknown reason best known to him and he only lived to fulfill the quest and he will watch the Bloody Vampire King being born

Your mother walks into the sunroom where the supernatural king was eating breakfast among other day walker species, mostly lycans, and walks straight to his table. The supernatural king sighs at the sight of her and already knows what she is going to say. He picks up his coffee and took a sip before she got to get his table. “My answer hasn't changed,” he says before she gets a word out. “King Makens, please, he's killing her,” she says anyway. “I can have more children and give you all the royal blood you want. Please, just give me permission to kill this Rogue.” “I'm not interested in half-bloods with your chosen mate who is nothing more than an Omega,” the king says, patiently.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.

he said and started turning everything upside down angrily. "Albert, what's it?" I asked. "This is so embarrassing, I can't hunt him down is getting me mad, who's he?, I'm the next king in my world, if I couldn't hunt this boy down, how will I rule my people!" he said angrily and I stood dumbfounded. I felt bad also, but there's nothing I can do to help it. Romeo p.o.v

Perhaps she is finally seeing that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. I know shadows, darkness, and death have always been a part of my life. I’ve never feared any of it. I’ve used the shadows and darkness to hide in plain sight when I’m on missions. I command the shadows to teleport me where I want. I can manipulate them to bend to my will. I'm a necromancer. I play with death by stopping people from dying, bringing them back to life if necessary, and even taking their life. My ability as a necromancer allows me to remove souls directly from their bodies. It’s why I get the complex missions.

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.

He says glaring up at me as I struggle to get out his hold, but can't. Suddenly blood starts to drip from his mouth. I look down to see long sharp black claws, attached to a large, bloody, leathery, black clawed hand, coming through the alpha king's stomach. The alpha king let go, dropping me to the ground. I watch as Blake pulls his bloody hand from the alpha king's body. The alpha king drops down to his knees, leaning over. I watch as the big hole from his stomach to his back starts to slowly heal. Blake shifts back, breathing heavily as he glares down at the alpha king. Not giving him time to completely heal, Blake grabs both sides of his head and twist, snapping his neck. He twists again

He was daring me to speak otherwise. I was still trying to process his words when he continued, "by tomorrow evening, the Lycan king of Soul pack will be coming down here to take you. You have been offered to him to produce an heir for him. I'm assuming you have no problem with this arrangement, do you?" His aura grew terrifying as he paused the glass mid-way his lips to pin me astute eyes. I dared not say anything to him but I knew deep down that my world was spinning me as I struggled to digest everything he had just said. My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks.

"Not from Isla. From me. What does the Lycan King actually want from a half-wolf florist from Creston with a complicated child and no political value whatsoever?" He was quiet for long enough that I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. "You," he said simply. "That's the entirety of it. The bond isn't political and neither am I, not about this." He held my gaze. "I want the chance to prove that. Nothing more than that right now. Just the chance." The wall was cold under my palms. The morning was grey and quiet and somewhere inside the pack house my daughter was eating breakfast with Mira and probably conducting negotiations over the last piece of toast.

Several of the largest warriors lunged forward, throwing their weight into pulling Hunter away, but it was like trying to hold back a landslide. One guard was thrown backward, crashing into the furniture. Another stumbled away, gripping his arm. It took three fully grown, armored men throwing themselves into the fray just to disrupt his grip, their faces pale with the effort. The cursed king. The title echoed in my mind. The sight of him tearing through his own men should have made me shrink away in horror. Instead, the tears just kept coming, and a bitter surge of self loathing mixed with my grief. I despised the weakness holding me down, hated how fragile I must look, broken and weeping on