Scourge Hedgehog Novels & Stories

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.

The entire pack probably knew before I did. Crowley disappeared into the back room and returned with a large wooden case. He set it on the table and flipped the lid open, revealing rows of colored vials. Antitoxins. Hope. “Perhaps,” he said, “if you can scent the antidote, you can match it to the wolfsbane strain. Zey might manage it.” I shook my head immediately. “I can’t smell anything but the mate bond,” I admitted, jaw tight. “Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—”

The man had already moved back to his work chair. "You don't have to worry! Ethan can take and accompany you," said Jhony to his son's co-worker. He was no longer surprised to see the miracle. In fact, what was surprised him was when he was about to enter the room earlier, when he saw the coldest man scared the face of a foreign girl. "Yes. And I will also accompany you too during the check up," continued Anthony. Leona tried to place. She was feeling a little better than before. She leaked out one by one the people in the room. And she was surprised after realizing the presence of Jhony Regorge in the room.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

Her presence is cold. Scourgeborn. Under the gods, yet more feared by them, come the Scourgeborn—Veilwalkers to the mortal folk. They are no gods, yet Primordial Sentinels who were born with the world formed by the gods and discarded remains of chaos and essence. Each possesses one, and only one, absolute magical ability—time distortion, plague, gravity, decay, soundlessness, or eternal night etc. They maintain the Will of Silence—a holy law which only they may employ magic.

Goode] [Level 5 (112 XP to LV 6)] [Race: Bone vulture] [Role: Scout] [Abyssal force: 65/65] [Attack: 18] [Defense: 20] [Dexterity: 7] [Agility: 20(+1)] [Intelligence: 3] [Skills]: (v) Sharpen Lv 3 (8 AF) (^) Scavenge Lv 1 (Passive) (v) Get nutrition from all edible things, even if they are rotten. Bone manipulation Lv 5 (20 AF) (v)

"Ever heard of the Black Scorpions?" I drew my breath when I heard him mention the Black Scorpions. I knew about them from Hale and he had told me severally that The New Order was terrified of the Black Scorpions. There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought.

The thing barely hesitated—it charged Haunter with a reckless speed that made no tactical sense, claws slashing through the air like a blade with no aim. He dodged low, raking his arm up with a sickle-shaped blade he conjured mid-step. It howled—high and broken—but didn’t stop. It should’ve stopped. “Cursed,” I said sharply. “It’s not just rogue—it’s infected.” “Looks like spell rot,” Haunter growled, grabbing its scruff mid-lunge and twisting it midair. I didn’t wait. I surged forward, jamming my dagger straight through its exposed ribs.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“What happened to him after?” “It’s a she.” Kate scratches her hair. “I don’t know, last I saw her she was suited with a nozzle and heavily sedated. Those idiots don’t know how unpredictable those creatures are. No one can tame them.” “Where was this?” “Hamburg?” “Hamburg?” I almost choked on my drink, that place had completed wiped out an entire population of wolves and humans alike. “And they tracked you all the way out here?” “No.” Kate tosses me a look that asks if I’m that dumb. “The Hunter’s arcane is forever moving. There’s a whole system beneath ground. It’s only their headquarters that’s stationary and no one knows where it is.”