Sonic Scourge Novels & Stories

Kiva asked. “The old magic,” Tavrin replied. “The part of the Spiral that remembers what it was before any crown or bloodline touched it.” We fell silent. Something more than war was coming. Something old enough to shake the foundations of every side. 6 : The Bone Path When the Scourge came, they did not howl. They did not scream. They moved like the wind fast, silent, brutal. And at their center was a force unlike anything I had seen. It wasn’t just warriors or Lycans. It was something twisted. Flesh bent by dark rituals, threads tangled with rot. Something that once might’ve been a wolf, or a man, or both but now answered to neither.

… Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination. A massive meteorite had fallen on Earth and was now sitting on the peak of a mountain, transmitting its destructive radiation down through the roots of the trees and contaminating all nearby water sources on Earth. The apocalypse had happened because of this meteorite. Octoria, one of the major countries, had launched missiles at it, intending to shatter the meteorite before it entered the Earth's stratosphere. However, they hadn't known then that the meteorite would turn out to be so hard and dense.

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

Nathan’s fists clenched at his sides, and I could see the barely contained rage simmering beneath the surface. “I’ll kill you before I let you tarnish my name any further.” I felt a pure fear in the pit of my stomach, but I refused to back down. Not anymore. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the hall. Favian appeared beside me, his eyes glowing with fury as he stepped between me and Nathan. “I suggest you rethink your words.” He said his voice deadly calm. Nathan sneered. “This doesn’t concern you.” Favian’s hand shot out before Nathan could react, landing a blow that sent him crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. Gasps rippled through the crowd as everyone stopped to watch.

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

Despair etched across his face as his comrades fought desperately. Abel, barely escaping a Lycan, found himself surrounded. After valiantly holding his ground against numerous foes, Scoop began to waver. All eyes turned to Logan, their last hope. A shocking howl reverberated, marking the unleashing of his full strength, a horrifying spectacle to witness. Logan's body shattered the sonic barrier with a resounding bang, leaving a trail of purplish radiance. He materialized before a Lycan, bringing his palm down swiftly.

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.