Scourge Hedgehog Novels & Stories

In his hands the large axe that was bound to him appeared, and it purred greatly, its trembling frame a trigger for countless more bolts of lightly that fell upon the figure of the Supreme. “I cannot do this for long because he’s still too young!” Mane screamed, and the awed Hildegarde could only nod. “I am doing this so you can see his stats. So watch closely! It will disappear in no time!” Hildegarde was alerted by Mane’s words and she prepared herself just as he asked that she should. “Spirit Scan: Specify – Harbinger of Chaos” Harbinger of Chaos: A Soul Weapon. Currently, all functions are not fully understood nor perceived. However, one ability has been dissected.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

DEX-10 ATK-390. STR-130 SPEED-41. AGI-41 MP-50. INT-10 [Skills: Swarm sense(Elite) Undying(Unique) Blood Drain(Elite)] [Horrid flying creature created from a cross between Cave Bat and Vampiric Mosquito. Its legs end in sharp pincers, and its long needle proboscis slashes the air as it seeks its next meal. Stirges are undying beings that feed on the blood of living creatures, attaching and draining them slowly. Stirges are controlled by an Undead Lich.]

“The spell tracks the spiritual vapors of living beings, and creates a ghostly image of our quarry to follow, if not our quarry, then our imprisoned friends.” Archon flashed a picture of the spade hooded being and then a ghost, “Archon thinks the Spade Hood is a soulless creature of sorts.” “I assure you it is not,” Something in Herne's voice told Warren this hunt was personal. The magical words left Herne's mouth and he placed a palm against the symbol he created. It glowed soft and began to emit particles of light. Bit by bit the particles formed an image of the Spade hooded monster and other members of the Scald Crow. “See lad the creature has a soul.” He shouldered the Dragunov rifle an

Their eyes looked like glowing coals, and their howls sounded eerie. Nyxara tapped the map. “Three days’ travel from here. Their numbers… grow daily.” Seraphine frowned. “This isn’t merely scouting. They’re preparing. They know something is stirring.” Elias cleared his throat. “We feared the chain's breaking would invite more. Maelor’s unbinding could be the first, but not the last.” Jayden entered then, his presence pulling the room taut. “What do we know?” Seraphine looked up, voice steady despite the tension. “They are called the Scourged, led by Maelor. But rumors speak of others—beasts older than wolves, drawn by the awakening of ancient ties.”

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

He plunged the celestial silver dagger into my arm. I screamed, thrashing against the chains. He wasn’t stabbing me randomly—he was carving something into my flesh. The pain was unbearable. I slipped in and out of consciousness, the room spinning around me. Finally, it ended. I gasped, looking down at my arms and legs. On my left arm, carved in blood and pain, was the word 'Rogue.' On my right arm, 'Luna.' On my left leg, 'Tenebrosi.' And on my right, again, 'Luna.'

And then, right before my eyes, the figure shifted. A massive wolf stood where the shadowy figure had been, its fur dark as night, its eyes glowing with a fierce, dangerous light. The men scrambled to their feet, but the wolf let out another growl, low and threatening. They didn’t stick around to see what would happen next. They bolted out of the bar, leaving me alone with the beast. My vision blurred even more, and I tried to focus on the wolf, but everything was slipping away from me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor, darkness closing in around me. I felt someone lift my head, and take the hair out of my face.

On the left there was a small sofa with a glass coffee table in front of it. He guided me to the sofa and then turned back towards the door. He pulled the door closed behind him; I couldn’t hear what was being said but I could hear an angry toned, raised voice. He reappeared with high raised tense shoulders. The closer he came to me, the more he seemed to relax. He went into a drawer in the desk, removed a box and came back and knelt in front of me. He removed the handkerchief and tossed it aside. He opened the box, and I realised it was a first aid kit. He pulled open an antiseptic wipe with his teeth while fumbling in the box with his other hand.