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
LOVE CONQUERS ALLJUST BEFORE THE EDGE OF WIDOW'S WOODS,VAMPARIA, MID-DAY.Tatatata,The rains battered the dense expanse of trees and jungle known as Widow's Woods.The Woods had indeed lived up to it's ill-gotten title as one of the Werewolves running across it's dense floor had just lost the love of her life to the cold hands of death.Luperca tried to keep her emotions in check as She, Lucian and the surviving Dire Wolves raced through the forest, attempting to evade their hunters."No lagging behind!!, Everyone keep running, we're almost there" Lucian barked at his furry companions.His speech seemed to have had an effect as the Direwolves put in more effort in a bid to outrun their Vampire hunters.Shouts and sounds of feet racing could be heard not far behind the Werewolves,The Vampires having retreated back to their forward base in the woods and regrouped and rearmed and gave chase to the Werewolves moving speedily towards the border of Vamparia."Move your feet you bunch of
Location: GrenaliaHarold was inside his chambers. Seated on his king-like chair he sipped from a large jar of old wine with a somewhat unsettled look on his face like someone who had just received bad news or in his case...waiting to receive one.Marcus should have done what he sent him to do by now, Harold thought within but he wondered why he was taking a rather long time for him to pay him a visit?There is a bit of a part in him that wishes not to see the face of Marcus today because that would mean his son Josep still lives which is so unlikely as Marcus had never failed him before.Josef is dead for sure and Harold couldn't help but moan a little for his only child but he knew he had to do what he did if he was to accomplish all his dreams, especially the one of being ruler of Grenalia and the whole world at large.‘This is a sacrifice I just had to make. I am sure you will agree with me dear son. We will meet again.' The High Marshall consoled himself with sweet thoughts and e