Blood Rust (Moon Sinner I)
Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack.
Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy.
Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience.
Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl.
What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground?
Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes?
Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.
Basahin
Chapter: Aftermath (S)I could run. Jump out the window. The guard is standing pretty far away from it, talking to another wolf. I could time it. My ankle is burning. Every step feels like hot nails are being hammered into the bone. The attempt would end in failure. Plus, I have nowhere to go. I imagine all the packs before mine were already buried into the ground. What is left of them merged with the Salvalor pack or was sold into slavery. I’m lucky enough I’m still breathing. The dark skinned Lycan left me in a room with a connecting bathroom. I’m struggling with just taking off my shirt as I shuffle towards the bathtub. My ribs are definitely broken, every effort I make and breath I take makes me shudder in pain. As I reach the bathtub, I strip from the torn garments. Turning on the faucet, I sit on the edge and lift my left foot to it. Taking off the ripped piece of my pants from my ankle, I close my eyes when it tugs at the dried blood over the gash. The blood had dried and created a crust with the f
Huling Na-update: 2025-04-21
Chapter: Aftermath (M)Exhausting night. Rewarding, nonetheless. The ravine passage is within grasp. The way ancestors took to the Monastery within the mountain too. If the information Nazir collected is true, the last vial should be within the catacombs. Blood of Silas. The first of the first. A wolf that transfigured into a Lycan. When he fell, the ancestors took his blood and sought out the monks within the mountains. Ones that had sealed away their wolves and swore to celibacy. To preserve the bloodline, they sealed three vials across Earth. One of them is on this continent. 'I will have it. I must.' Gazing out the window of this rustic pack house, the fire outside was lit by my wolves. The corpses will turn to ash and return to the Earth. Where they belong. Sound of heavy footsteps briefly takes my attention from the burning dead. A slight tug at the bond makes Nazir’s presence known. “Will she run?” The necessary harshness has evaporated from me for now. My wolf, Valac, has settled. I can feel
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Chapter: Aftermath (S)Stories began ages ago, when the Great Lycan King still ruled all packs. When his hand brought unity between the shifters, the wolves and lycanthropes lived in tolerance of each other. Salvalor always had a shady reputation, their popularity amongst other packs was dead and buried for the cruel ways enforced and the brutality they brought with them. Always the root of trouble, but the sharpest spear of the Kingdom. It wasn’t a secret, that back then, the Alpha of Salvalor wanted the Throne. But he couldn’t even begin to fill the shoes of the Lycan King. Until all hell broke loose. Details are unclear and most of those who had survived the purge died quickly afterwards. Those that didn't chose not to talk about it, hence the gaping hole in history. The purge brought Lycans to extinction, and external forces succeeded in the coup. The King’s head hung on the castle gates until it rotted and melted away, and what became of his lineage no one knows. The first that ran was Salvalor, wit
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Chapter: Prologue (S)Fire and smoke. Ringing in my ears. The rubble of the house pressing down onto my legs, dust and smoke suffocating the air and my lungs. I'm dizzy, my vision not focusing. It was all sudden. First thing I heard was the bell from the pastor, swinging it wildly as he ran through the village like a madman. Yelling 'attack' and 'run', rest of his words mumbled by his unstable breathing. Passing wolves froze, the family I was cleaning for growing silent, shocked that the respected pastor, persona all went to for some security and confession, would be spilling such words. I had only looked out the kitchen window, when a propelled boulder fell from the sky. Pastor’s last, squealed word was 'Salvalor' before he was crushed by it. Panic struck fast, my feet moving towards the living room from the kitchen, the family I was cleaning for still there. A blast through the roof reeled me back, another boulder crashing through from the sky. I was on the floor as the ceiling collapsed, losing cons
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