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
MAD EGOROYAL PALACE,GRENALIA, MORNING HOURSHarold Horeby traversed the length of the courtyard,engrossed deeply in thought as the morning wind blew gently across the open space,sending dead leaves racing across the courtyard in a haze of dust.Harold paid no attention to the servants greeting and bowing to him as he marched on steadily on the cobbled floor.He was reminiscing about his trip a few days back to the lair of the witches on the outskirts of Grenalia.His mind particularly focused on the declaration of the Sisters, telling him with malicious glee that they had secured a reasonable amount of Wolfsbane from Burnt Side Forest.... without his direct assistance.Harold grew nervous at how powerful and too independent the witches were becoming for his comfort and was having a dilemma as to how he would deal with them.Harold was still musing to himself when a hoarse voice called out to him from across the courtyard.It was Marcus, one of his most trusted and vicious warriors
WIDOW'S WOODSLucian and his cortege of Werewolves trudged on deeper in the gloomy heavens forsaken forest known to all living souls as Widow's Woods.The Direwolves walked steadily with some of the wolves looking up into the trees and seeing Ravens cawing loudly and flapping about,These particular avian species stared back at the hardy wolves with red eyes tracking the brethren of Lycan The Fanged as they journeyed deeper into Vampire territory."This... Sweetheart of yours,how special is she to you that you go through all these dangers just to rescue her?" Luperca, one of the younger Dire Wolves, inquired of Lucian.Lucian smirked."This SWEETHEART of mine rescued me when Damon betrayed me and left me for dead in the middle of Burnt Side Forest."Lucian's heart fluttered as he reminisced."She nursed me back to life, twice I must say.For a human to nurse a Werewolf back to life is unheard of" The pack of wolves trudged as Lucian spoke."Maybe fate has destined us to be" Lucian gr
EMBERSTHE ELITE QUARTERS, GRENALIA, JUST BEFORE DAWN."Yawwwn" Josef stretched on his exquisite bed as he reached for his bedside table and reached for a glass of water and discovered the cup to be empty."Fuck this shit" Josef cussed to the air as he staggered in the dark and walked across his bedroom towards the kitchen.Josef crossed his bedroom door when he heard the sound of his front door opening and closing.The High Marshall's son stopped cold in his tracks as he peered into the dark living room and called out."John, Edward?Are you guys there?" Josef hollered the names of his friends into the dark.Josef made a step forward but froze as the next thing he saw was a masked figure in black clothes rushing at him.Josef's feet were already moving to the side even as his brain processed what was happening.The figure,blew past Josef and came to a screeching halt as he reached out his hand and dragged Josef by his left arm, using him as a brake somewhat to keep himself from runni