Scourge Necromancer Novels & Stories

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

I woke up early because I am so excited about my plan, and I know Mang Berto is not going to fail me. I know he will bring Ross to me and I am so excited to have my revenge on him. Like what I did to the others. I shot Kevin on his head, stabbed Alex, cut Gin’s throat and now, it is time for Ross to pay for what he did to me. I am thinking about the game that will make my revenge more exciting and thrilling, of course; I want him to feel each pain that he caused me from his head to toes. Through it. I know I will gain satisfaction from him. I will follow Eigner David until the last breed of the demons die. They deserve hell, not the earth. I will just put them back to the place where they a

The note from Elena had been a surgical strike, but Amara understood that a ghost only has power if you believe in its haunting. Emiliano was a man of macro-structures—massive walls, global shipping lanes, and absolute decrees. Amara, however, was a creature of the micro-detail. She knew that to dismantle a ghost, you didn't use a hammer; you used a scalpel. ​While Emiliano remained a silent sentinel in the nursery, Amara descended into the heart of the Valenti intelligence hub.

The Scourge arrived with his followers, rogue vampire, werewolves and Golem . "I heard you both are the most powerful of your kind but I'm here to change that." The Scourge said. "I specially created a Golem to give you a befitting battle,to kill the Chosen She Wolf and most powerful Vampire and their descendant!" He screamed in fury. "I am The Scourge !!! Attack" , he charged. The rogue vampire and werewolves charged forward,and the battle began. Screams of pain, vampires becoming mere ashes as the wolf's fang was pierced through them .

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.

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. “One of them is an inscribed steel sword. It was chopped by the Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. It comes with purifying and effects. It is the enemy of Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It can even also use it for three years. Of course, its sharpness is enough to kill." The woman's voice varied in volume, an obvious attempt to hide her gender. Ah its very effective against necromancers.

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

"The enemy density here is insane. There are hundreds of Scourge NPCs flagged inside these old warehouses. What's the bounty for clearing a zone this big?" "Ten million standard credits," Vance said quietly. The room went dead silent. Leo practically choked on his apple. "Ten... million?" Leo stammered, staring at the corporate liaison. "For one map clear?" "It is an extremely high-priority target for the developers," Vance said, his pale blue eyes locking onto Ren's. There was a strange, cold intensity in his gaze that hadn't been there a moment ago. "The Scourge AI in this sector has... mutated. The algorithms are learning too fast. They are building physical barricades. Hoarding digital r