Teen Wolf : Real supernatural

Chapter 8: Into the Abyss

Beacon Hills – Under Siege

Darkness swallowed the room.

Scott McCall could barely see, barely breathe. The air was thick, suffocating, like he had been plunged into the depths of the ocean. A sinister presence filled the space, coiling around them like a living thing.

Then—red eyes burned through the void.

The Necromancer stood at the center of the darkness, his form shifting between solid and spectral. The shadows themselves seemed to obey his will, curling around him like living tendrils.

Scott's instincts screamed at him to move. Run. Fight. Do something.

But before he could act, the Hunter Leader moved.

In a blur, he unsheathed a blade from his belt and slashed forward.

The silver edge shimmered with holy light, cutting through the darkness like a beacon. The Necromancer hissed as the blade nearly struck him, forcing him to retreat into the shadows.

"Enough of this," the Hunter Leader growled.

He raised his hand, and instantly, a burst of holy radiance erupted from his palm, pushing back the suffocating darkness. The light revealed the room once more—Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Argent, and Sheriff Stilinski stood in a defensive stance, their bodies tensed.

The Necromancer's form flickered like a dying flame before he solidified again. He tilted his head. "Impressive. But light won't save you."

Scott clenched his fists. "Who the hell are you?"

The Necromancer ignored him, instead shifting his gaze to the Hunter Leader. "You should have stayed in the shadows, old friend. This is not your battle anymore."

The Hunter Leader's eyes narrowed dangerously. "It became my battle the moment you crawled out of your grave."

For a moment, there was silence. Then—the room shook violently.

The Necromancer raised his hand, and the walls began to crack. The floor groaned beneath their feet as the air turned frigid. Then—a horrific screech filled the room.

The shadows behind the Necromancer morphed into twisted figures—undead creatures with hollow eyes and jagged, skeletal limbs. Their mouths opened unnaturally wide, letting out a sound that was more of an agonized shriek than a growl.

"He's calling in reinforcements!" Lydia gasped.

Scott's eyes widened. His instincts screamed at him to act. He shifted into his werewolf form, his claws extending, his golden eyes glowing fiercely.

But before he could charge, the Hunter Leader stepped forward.

"Let me handle this."

Scott frowned. "What?"

The Hunter Leader didn't look back. His inhuman reflexes were already kicking in, analyzing every movement, every shift in the enemy's stance.

"You're not ready for this fight."

Scott's jaw clenched. Not ready? After everything he'd been through?

The Necromancer chuckled. "A bold claim."

The Hunter Leader's expression didn't change.

"Try me."

And then—he moved.

A Battle of Titans

The Hunter Leader vanished—one moment he was standing still, the next he was right in front of the Necromancer.

His blade flashed through the air, aimed directly for his opponent's throat.

But the Necromancer was just as fast.

A wall of shadows erupted between them, blocking the strike. The force of the impact shattered nearby furniture, sending debris flying.

Then—the undead lunged forward.

The Hunter Leader didn't hesitate. He pivoted on his foot, his inhuman reflexes allowing him to weave through the monstrous horde with terrifying precision. His blade sliced cleanly through one of the creatures, its body disintegrating into black mist.

But the Necromancer wasn't done playing.

With a flick of his wrist, the shadows coiled like snakes, lashing out at the Hunter Leader like living whips.

The Hunter Leader dodged with impossible speed, flipping over one strike, twisting mid-air, and landing gracefully behind his opponent. His blade glowed with holy energy as he slashed again.

The Necromancer barely managed to phase through the attack.

"You're still as dangerous as ever," the Necromancer mused, his voice eerily calm. "But you should know... you can't kill the dead."

Suddenly—his form expanded.

The shadows around him swirled violently, forming a vortex of death and decay. A massive skeletal hand erupted from the darkness, grabbing at the Hunter Leader.

For the first time, the Hunter Leader hesitated.

Then—the hand closed around him.

Scott's heart lurched. "NO!"

The Hunter Leader was dragged into the darkness, disappearing completely.

The Necromancer exhaled, lowering his hand.

"One down."

Then—he turned to Scott.

"And now... your turn."

The Pack Stands Together

Scott gritted his teeth. He had no idea what just happened to the Hunter Leader, but he couldn't let himself panic.

He had to fight.

Lydia stepped beside him, her breathing heavy. "Scott, we need a plan—now."

Argent loaded his gun. "Aim for the heart?"

"Not this time," Stiles muttered.

The Necromancer smirked, his undead soldiers gathering behind him.

"You are insects playing at war," he said coldly. "You do not understand the forces you are dealing with."

Scott exhaled.

His golden eyes burned brighter than ever.

"Then let's learn."

And with that—he charged.

Meanwhile…

Inside the abyss of shadows, the Hunter Leader stood perfectly still.

He had been dragged into a realm of nothingness—the Necromancer's personal domain.

Most people would have been terrified.

The Hunter Leader, however, closed his eyes and smiled.

"So, this is how you want to play it."

His inhuman reflexes kicked in.

The darkness around him shifted—twisting, whispering, reaching out like hands.

But before it could consume him—

He moved.

In a single motion, he vanished—disappearing from the abyss.

A split second later—the Necromancer flinched.

A sudden, sharp slash appeared across his chest—as if he had been cut by something faster than his own senses could detect.

He staggered back, his eyes widening.

Impossible.

Then—a voice spoke from behind him.

"You talk too much."

The Hunter Leader stepped out of the shadows, his blade dripping with the Necromancer's dark essence.

The Necromancer turned, his expression twisting in rage.

"You…"

The Hunter Leader smirked.

"Round two?"

— End of Chapter 8 —