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
ENTWINED FATESBLOOD-FATHER KOLDEN'S PALACE, VAMPARIA, JUST BEFORE DAWN."All for the Blood-Father, all for Vamparia, we shall never relent, we shall never be found wanton" the vampire lieutenants sang along with their pale skinned brethren that made up the vampire army as they paraded in full armor in front of Kolden's palace,marching back and forth in tandem with each other, discipline and courage shown in their tight but frictionless formations.Kolden looked down from his castle's heavy set stained glass windows at the troops drilling below."They all march for you Blood-Father" Kleo whispered from behind Kolden as he peered downwards."Whoa Kleo, how long have you been standing there?" Kolden asked without looking at the female assassin."A good amount of time to count the amount of loose threads on your night shirt" Kleo retorted."Haha, you really are funny Kleo" Kolden said as he turned back and walked up to Kleo,kissing her forehead and striding to his throne."What brings
CONSCIENCEAMAROK THE GREY'S ABODE, WEREKULT.The Werewolves in Damon Silverclaw's army that had been assigned to ferry the wounded to Amarok the Grey's abode for immediate care did so with all the speed afforded to them by their biology."Make haste, we're losing soldiers back here" the ship's surgeon that rode in the wagon with the werewolves carrying the wounded barked at the riders.The riders whipped their horses hard until they reached the very entrance to Amarok's abode and they brought the wagon to a screeching halt and they clambered down in haste to carry the wounded indoors while the Werewolf in charge, a Beta wolf ran inside to summon Amarok."Grey wolf, Amarok the Grey!Where the bloody hell are you!" The Beta wolf sergeant screamed as he stormed into the Chief Healer's compound."I'm back here" Amarok called out to the Beta wolf.The Beta wolf traced the source of Amarok's voice to the back of the building and walked anxiously to the backyard only to meet Amarok tending t
A WOLF'S PASTMIDDAY, WESTERN SHORES OF THE VALED SEA, BEACHES OF VAMPARIA.Lucian and the rest of the Dire Wolves trudged inland carefully to avoid tripping on any more mines,The recent loss of a fellow Werewolf to the fiery brutality of a landmine weighed heavy on their wolven hearts as they kept treading silently across the beach, inching ever closer to the dreaded forest known as Widow's Woods.Lucian looked behind him and saw other Werewolves,their assorted dark and deep brown furs glistening under the hot afternoon sun smiting the land brutally, as the wind blowing from the sea blew sand and dirt into their faces but they were Direwolves in appearance but Werewolves at heart,hardened descendants of Lycan The Fanged and their footsteps across the sun blighted sands were steady."Remus" Lucian called to the lead Dire Wolf, breaking the silence as they trudged on to Widow's Woods.Remus spared a glance backwards at Lucian as he kept on walking,shuffling his feet softly on the g