BLOOD CUDDLE.KOLDEN'S PALACE, VAMPARIA.Blood-Father Kolden was dining on a meal of freshly boiled blood when the doors to his Palace creaked open.Kolden shot his head upwards and saw his guards standing by the side... deathly still.In walked a group of tall and dark hooded Vampires with a gloomy aura emanating from their midst.Kolden nodded to his guards to stand outside and his guards immediately obeyed, taking their leave of the Blood-Father."So....the Krovani...we meet at last" Kolden smirked as he rose up from his seat, cleaning his mouth with the hem of his shirt."Blood-Father...why did you summon us?" One of the Krovani spoke bluntly.Kolden was already reaching for his sword when he held himself,remembering that he couldn't possibly beat all the Krovani in combat before they overpowered him."There's a dire situation that demands your immediate attention"Kolden replied with his eyes on the Krovani who had spoken earlier."You have your Murdelia,your elite band of fema
VICIOUS AMBITION"By the power vested in me as the King of Grenalia; I hereby appoint thee Harold Of House Horeby, High Marshall of Grenalia...go forth and wage war against our enemies and restore the honor and dignity of Grenalia"Harold smiled as he remembered the proclamation of King Stefan a few moons ago at the Royal Palace.A wet breeze blew through his hair as Harold standing by the shores of the Valed Sea shook himself from his thoughts and returned back to the situation at hand.Sweaty men that wore clothes covering just their waist were yelling orders among themselves as they worked hard to construct warships and barges."Chop the wood according to the official measurements!!"A Grenalian lieutenant barked at a group of younger soldiers that were hauling wood to the seaside.The soldiers carrying timbers upon their shoulders with occasional grumbling,dropped the timber on the seaside with great effort."Keep up the determination boys, we must have these ships ready in a few
CONFLAGRATIONDEAD CENTER OF THE VALED SEA,LATE AFTERNOON HOURS."Steady as she goes"Harold barked at the helmsman of the Grenalian flagship "Grey Thunder"."Steady as she goes aye aye Sir"The Helmsman responded as he kept steering the ship steady and true.Harold the High Marshall of Grenalia walked out of the bridge and onto the sea water soaked deck as he looked out at the fleet of ships sailing alongside him.20 massive warships, all armed to the teeth and crewed by brave humans saddled with tools of warfare.Upon Harold's ascension to the office of the High Marshall,He immediately drafted his most trusted militiamen into the Grenalian regular military.Now those men held and commandeered each ship as if he was physically present on each one."The sea looks calm today, nothing should impede my mission, not when I'm this close to destroying the wolves once and for all"Harold reflected to himself as he looked out at the sea through his periscope.Boom!! The side of a ship saili
REKINDLED FIRETHE DUNGEONS,WEREKULT, HOURS BEFORE DAWN."Anna, Anna...are you awake" Lucian groaned as he strained his ears to pick any sound from the adjacent cell containing Anna."Mmmm, my head hurts" Anna groaned as she shook her head from drowsiness."Ohh, thank the gods you're awake little human" Lucian chuckled."Furry head" Anna retorted jovially.Lucian grinned as he rested his back on the brick wall separating his cell from Anna's."Where are we Lucian?I never expected your kingdom to be this dark, '' Anna inquired as she sat upright, staring blankly at the stone ceiling.Lucian laughed lightly at Anna's statement."This isn't an exact picture of Werekult alright.... we are in the dungeons, deep below the military barracks""Ohh, that figures...we are beneath ground" Anna said, sounding bemused."Yeah... that's what "deep below `` means'' dummy" Lucian quipped.Anna chuckled lightly and rose up, stretching her tired body as she yawned.She walked towards the door which was
CALL OF THE DARKGRENALIA, THE ROYAL PALACE, MORNING HOURS.King Stefan drank steadily from a cup of water as he peered out of his castle window as a scribe read out the naval battle report."Roughly 90% of our fleet has been lost in combat with thousands of men still fighting viciously against the werewolves upon the sinking wrecks of our ships."King Stefan gulped water from the cup he held."The High Marshall Harold was last seen bracing for an attack from the flagship of the Werewolves.... Lycan's Wrath they call it"."What's the status of the High Marshall at the time of this report?"The Scribe swallowed his spit wearily as he flipped to the next page of the report."The messenger said that the werewolves leader bellowed a challenge to Harold as he transformed into his werewolf form and leaped over to Grey Thunder"King Stefan's eyes twitched as the scribe finished speaking."Was any ship able to slip through the battle and make it to Werekult unseen?" King Stefan asked bleakly
BLEEDING HEARTSOUTSKIRTS OF GRENALIA, JUST BEFORE DAWN.Harold and his retinue of soldiers which included his pawn of a son Josef galloped on their horses at full speed towards the abode of the Secret Witch Cult AKA The Seven Sisters.As Harold rode on with his men in tow,his mind wandered over the events of the past week.He had killed the former High Marshall and was quickly appointed by the King to lead a war against the werewolves.He had failed to take into account the potential extraordinary ferocity of the werewolves.His fleet has been overpowered and utterly destroyed and he had been hunted on the barren rock of an island he had been marooned on.He only escaped being butchered by the Werewolves by the miraculous intervention of his men.Harold shuddered when he remembered how the Omega wolves ripped some members of the rescue party apart."My lord, we near the witches abode" one of his lieutenants riding beside him hollered to him over the wind rushing between them.Harold
BLOOD SWORNLucian walked unwaveringly towards his the Gorgon iron doors,the hairs on his body standing in mere suspense at what could be lurking behind those doors.Lucian reached the doors and halted as he felt the iron entrance to the prison of the Dire Wolves."Is anyone in there?" Lucian hollered into the prison, the only reply he got back was a deep growl and feet shuffling in the dark."If you can hear me then you should listen to me very carefully..." Lucian haughtily said."No... that came out wrong" Lucian murmured to himself and cleared his throat, his voice taking a more somber tone."I'm Lucian Lycanson, Alpha Wolf of Werekult...my kingdom, our land has been viley assaulted by those....those bloodsuckers from distant Vamparia" Lucian paused,waiting for any curious voices but all he heard from within the prison was low growls and more shuffling of feet."I'm going to open this prison and you my brethren will see the need for your assistance in the defense of our kind" Lu
ECSTASYEASTERN SHORES OF THE VALED SEA, BORDERS OF WEREKULT."Land ho!!" The lookout on Damon Silverclaw's flagship hollered over the salty wind that battered the sails of "Lycan's Wrath".The boatswain of the ship took cognizance of the lookout's report and began readying the ship for docking.Damon was below deck in his quarters, brooding quietly as a meal of roast turkey and Werekult brewed ale sat untouched on the table before him.Damon barely took notice of the female Beta wolf that walked into his cabin and greeted him."Hail Damon Silverclaw, Alpha Wolf of all Werekult" the Beta Wolf whose name was Shandel greeted Damon.Damon blinked his eyes and broke from his silent musings as he looked up and saw the fair skinned maiden standing by his door."Greetings daughter of Lycan, come in please" Damon gestured to a seat within his cabin.Shandel gave a gentle nod and strode over to the seat."You look worried, my Lord, what could trouble you so much as to make you leave your meal