Novels by Virgil Kirk

What does it mean to be a community? Lucian can’t help to be disappointed at the people before him. Did fear corrupt them so far as to kill their own? The same people they lived with for years. Did they forget what a family mean? A friend? A neighbor? “Cowards,” he called out to the crowd. “You’re all cowards. Killing the innocent and the unarmed just to make yourself feel a false sense of safety. What you’re doing here just proves to me you are all a bunch of spineless, witless humans. It’s a wonder how you survived all these years.” The crowd stepped away from him in fear, raising their weapons at him. They trembled, they jittered, and they cried in his every step as he walked towards them. “Go away,” an old man shakily shouted. Then a pebble flew at him, hitting him on the head. It bounced lazily down his face and back to the ground. He picked the small stone up and held it in between his fingers. “Stones, huh. Is that how you’ll scare me away? Is this how

“Good morning,” Massimo greeted as he peaked his head through the tent. Lucian nodded at him in acknowledgement. “How are their wounds?” he asked about his injured comrades lying unconscious on the cots. “They’re not healing properly,” he replied. “If this continues, they may die before sun down. Their injuries are more severe than we initially thought.” He was baffled, as was his companions, about the state they were in. It’s unusual for their kind to have troubles healing wounds, more so when they have ample time to recoup. “Let me see,” Massimo offered as he approached his wounded men. His companions eyed him with distrust as he walked, but he did not seem to mind. They flinched when Massimo reached out a hand on one of the injured and pulled on his blanket to reveal the entirety of the injury. He nodded to himself and looked back at Lucian. “Allow me to fix this,” he said before mumbling incomprehensible words and hovering his hand over the wounds. Gray colored s

Farkas was reluctant to let him leave by himself but he relented after he realized he won’t be dissuaded. He intended to go south, alone. Nobody can force to do otherwise. Something about the unnatural color change of the moon was tugging at his memory. He once saw the moon turn red in his past. But it was a centuries ago. Back when he was still adapting to his alpha status. There was this young man who confronted his pack as they pass by a small human town. The man wore pristine clothing, not unlike the kind of clothes nobles were wearing at that time. “What brings you here… dogs?” He had his arms crossed around his chest and was looking at them with disdain. Lucian was about to explain that they were just passing by, but one of his pack members decided upon himself to turn beast and growl at the stranger. He placed a hand on his arm to calm his comrade. It was full moon, so it was tricky to complete control his pack. Stumbling upon the town may have

Following the young alpha in secret was no easy task for Genn. He had been a scout for a long time, and this by far was the hardest thing he ever did, next to keeping his wife in check. There were many times when he thought they were found out as they lurk kilometers away from him. He was sure they will inevitably die if he ever did. Lucian’s orders might spare them, but he was not betting on it. They saw how he silently infiltrated the high walls of the human city, before coming back out with the Edevane woman. They scampered away to avoid detection, before they followed him to the isolated cabin by the river. They then watched as he tied the poor woman on the roof. “What do you suppose he will do to her?” he asked Evan beside him. “I dunno. Maybe he’ll burn her down. Or…” he looked at the full moon. “Ravage her.” Genn nodded. “Maybe he will toy with her first before killing her,” he agreed. “That sounds about right.” The full moon was tingling his s

The realization slowly crept into Perseus that his life had been tampered with and his freedom was cut short by the meddling of some witch. He stared angrily at Archibald, furious at the situation he was in, but unable to do anything about it. “Now that I can actually make you to listen to me,” Archibald started. Perseus felt a pang of shame at his words. “I want you to hear what Massimo told me about Selene.” “What about the woman?” “Do you remember the story of how our kind came to existence?” “A great warrior was blessed by the moon after accomplishing a set of challenges. So what?” “Well, if Massimo was saying the truth, it would mean everything we know about our history was a lie. Our powers are not from the moon, it came from the earth. The first werewolves were druids who chose to integrate the bestial features of wolves into their life. We have a lot of things in the past we don’t know, and one of them is the existence of the royal blo

Archibald woke up a little light headed. He held on his head when he sat on the side of his bed as his vision spun. He somehow felt weaker than when he slept. He sat motionless for a while, gathering himself, before slowly standing up. He looked around and figured he must be in a medical ward of some kind. A curtain was acting like a wall covering the bed from general view. He parted the cloth and was immediately caught off-guard by the sight of Perseus sitting on a bed beside his. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You tell me,” he replied. “I just woke up in here. Last time I remembered, I was out in the woods, fighting some flying freak.” He raised his arms in front of him and stared curiously on them. He looked confused and equally exhausted as him. “Where is Selene?” he asked Perseus with a piercing glare. “I don’t know where she is right now,” he started. “But last time I know, the flying freak stole her from the cabin and hid her som