Scourge Hedgehog Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Scourger— An alchemist that absorbs others' pain and uses it to heal and strengthen themselves. Seekers— An alchemist numbs their body in order to focus their senses outward. Doing so grants them the ability to sense other people's emotion, and anyone that transmutes Hajin, or does alchemical activity. Most of them were promoted to higher ranks, leading scouting parties, or captive interrogation.

Hudde and Godefray were badly wounded, and Ayla and Milton were healing them while the others were fighting undead knights. A loud bang echoed inside the temple. Moments later, one door opened, and a scorpionman—a creature with the face and torso of a man, while the other half was that of a scorpion—entered the chamber. In his hands, he held two curved swords. As he moved forward, his tail lifted, and he pointed the stinger straight at Rhobart. The clock on the wall indicated two in the morning.

The Shadowed tendrils crumbled into harmless nothingness. My breathing was ragged. A fleeting smile touched Cassius’s lips. "Good work." His words died in his throat. My eyes widened in horror at the new shape charging from the shadows behind him. It was different. It was silent. A Silent Scourge. It moved with a terrifying speed that was utterly soundless, a blur of skeletal limbs and impossibly long claws that didn't even scrape the stone. Its eyes were like burning embers, locked on Cassius.

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

"Taelin do you remember what I told you regarding Robert and Halbert?" "That anyone, and any matter in the whole world should always take precedence over them. That if a baby showed up on our steps I should spend the day trying to conversate with that child before dealing with them. That you would rather I shove a live Squargle up your rectum before forcing you to speak to them... Oh and you so eloquently added and boy is it running out of oxygen." A Squargle was a small a small animal that looked like a Cross of a Guinea pig and a hedgehog. With one exception, it's back was covered in some of the sharpest thorns you have ever felt, that happened to be as hard as steel as well.

A human bone… Gag. Looking at Catherine, they nodded to each other and turned running back the way they had. As quietly as they could. Once far enough away Opening their l**k to as many pack as they could within the area. “Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard! I repeat Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard. It’s huge! We need back up! Now!” With their hearts pumping Yolanda and Catherine kept watch around them. The Barghest wouldn’t be alone. These were pets of more powerful Fae. A Shining One if they were unlucky owned it.

Garen turned, confused just long enough for chaos to erupt. The Scourged moved fast—faster than any wolf I’d ever seen. In moments, the Enforcers were caught between blades and black fire, turning the clearing into a battlefield soaked in screams. Kael reached for me. “We have to go.” But I froze. Because one of the Scourged had stepped forward—taller than the others, her face half-covered in a silver veil. She lowered her hood. And my blood ran cold. “…Mother?” Kael stiffened.

He howled, staggering back, swatting wildly at the bird as it pecked and clawed, a whirlwind of black feathers and rage. “Get off me!” Zane roared, blood streaming down his face, but the raven was relentless, driving him to his knees. Then the warehouse doors burst open with a thunderous crash, silhouettes flooding in. Kael and Arlo.

That scares me more than rage ever could. His control has always been a dangerous thing. “Still careful,” I mutter. He pauses at the edge of a park, eyes scanning, not with magic, not with power, but with patience. Tools in his jacket. Old ones. Updated ones. Silver hidden smart. Scents masked. Traps thought out. This is not a man guessing. This is a man hunting something he already understands. Something he knows is here My chest tightens. “Who are you after?” I whisper, even though he cannot hear me.