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In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the mano
Vesper resumed her journey to her unknown destination. She’s not even sure what got into her when she asks Carmilla and Elijah to join her in the fight she's uncertain of attending. She clenched her aching chest and lowered her head. She could no longer bear the longing, “May…be… I do care for him and genuinely like him…” She whispered in the air. The coldness of the wind seemed to remind her of her lonesome life.Mindlessly she found herself in front of the saloon again. She spun around and made a beeline for the opposite side, but there was a nagging feeling in her urging her to see Baltazar one last time. She moved her feet back to the saloon’s direction as she smiled faintly. When she entered, the three young vampires were still there talking to Baltazar as if asking for more information about her.Their eyes met, and the young vampires immediately left the place. Almost stumbling on the floor, the door, and the cold pavement outside. She could hear the loud pounding of their h
In Alpha Qillalon’s room…The room was dark, cloaked in a soft amber glow cast by flickering sconces on the stone walls. Dust motes swirled lazily in the stale air, disturbed by Quillion's first breath in what felt like an eternity.His eyes fluttered open, their sharp silver irises gleaming like molten steel as they adjusted to the half-light. His body felt heavy and stiff as if the days of slumber had left an echo of time in his bones. But the moment of disorientation was brief; his instincts flared to life with a sharp clarity.He pushed himself upright, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. The silken robes over his frame shimmered faintly with the runes woven into their fabric. His gaze swept the chamber, a silent predator assessing his domain. The room bore the mark of his legacy—tapestries of battles long past, shelves of ancient tomes, and an ornate staff resting in its cradle near the grand window. But there was one glaring absence."Qilli..." he whispered, his voic
Vesper walked through the mist, her shoes made a soft crunching sound on the gravel path.The wind blew wildly, tinged with dew, but what caught her attention was the inviting aroma the air brought her way. She swiveled her head and saw it was hovering from a small roadside diner up ahead.She stopped dead in her tracks and slightly tilted her head in curiosity.She sniffed the air deeply. Her eyes dilated and her lips curled up in excitement.The smell of bacon, sausage, pancakes, and waffles. The scents swirled together in a harmony that tugged at something deep inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years.Her stomach growled. The sound startled her, raw and unfamiliar, like a ghost from a past life. Hunger. Real hunger. Not the gnawing thirst of fresh blood from still pulsating veins she’d come to know so well, the one that had made her an outsider to the simpler joys of life. This was something... different. Something human.She could feel saliva starting to build up in her mout
In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight.Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile. The journey was far from over. The land and air transportation might have been guarded against them, with the Citadel Headquarters wolf packs blocking every known route to their heavily fortified stronghold, Citadel Manor.However, the Headmaster had long anticipated this. For years, he had been gathering fragments of knowledge, piecing together the hidden truths about the Citadel’s def
Alpha Barkus stared at Beta Lisara's dead body. The anger, dismay, and disappointment in him are still eminent. “Get her body out of my sight. Make sure to burn her with all her things. A traitor doesn’t deserve to be remembered.” He demanded as he opened a metal-link message and sent a report to Elder Gilgamesh.Hearing his report, the Elder feels outraged by the Black Orders' nerve to infiltrate the Citadel.“Recheck everything Lisara handled. All the barricades. The packs she oversees. Make sure they are not traitors.” The Elder pointed out. His voice was cold, stern, and commanding.“Yes, Elder.” Alpha Barkus replied and then closed the mental link. He spun around and stared at one of his Delta. “You!” He pointed to a skinny wolf from his pack.Delta Dreyfus stepped forward trembling. He could see the Alphas' mood was fluctuating. “Yes, Alpha!?” he uttered with caution.Alpha Barkus stared at him from head to foot. The Alpha could hear his heart pounding loudly, he had been glanci
Without any destination in mind, Vesper continued her voyage on the long and dark road. Abruptly she stopped dead in her tracks as she felt a drowning ominous darkness in the wind. Her black frizzy hair flew in her face, obscuring the sight ahead. In her unfocused gaze, she saw a vision of Alpha Qillalon’s tense look. “Qilli,” she whispered in the wind with fear in her voice. Anxiety slowly crawled on her flesh as if foretelling an incoming disturbance in the balance and the hair at the back of her neck began to rise. She fixed her hair and the vision was gone.She clenched her chest and felt her heart leap out of her mouth. “Something’s wrong.” She uttered.Without hesitation, she removes the ring from her forefinger. In the blink of an eye, she returned to her real self— a century-old vampire with old blood. Pure black obsidian murderous eyes that had seen two world wars. Rosy cheeks.Red lips.Jet black shiny bouncy long hair.Skin as white as snow.Soon a pair of black feather
The intruders weren’t just mindless beasts. They moved with precision, their black, glistening forms almost blending into the darkness. Some bore weapons forged from an unnatural, glimmering metal that sliced through defenses like paper.Vesper’s dark wings folded against her back as she stood between the rabid wolf and Alpha Qillalon, eyes locked in a deadly glare. The rabid wolf lunged at her, saliva dripping from its bared fangs, but she was faster. In one swift motion, she sidestepped and grabbed its throat, lifting it effortlessly off the ground. The beast thrashed wildly, claws raking the air, but Vesper's hold was unyielding.“I said,” she hissed, tightening her grip until the creature’s snarls turned to choked whimpers, “get away.” With a powerful thrust, she hurled the wolf against the stone wall. It hit with a sickening crunch and slumped to the floor, lifeless.Alpha Qillalon’s emerald eyes met hers, a flicker of relief tempered by worry. “You came back,” he said, voice rag
Several more years had passed in the hidden sanctuary where Vesper and Qillalon lived, far from the prying eyes of the world. The once-vibrant Alpha Qillalon had aged gracefully under Vesper’s care. Though he had grown frail, his spirit remained strong, and his love for Vesper never wavered.Vesper, having regained her strength, devoted herself entirely to Qillalon. She hunted food for him when his body grew too weak, shared stories of their past battles, and held his hand as they watched the moon rise together.“Don’t I sicken you? I’m an old man now… You’re kissing an old man.” He said playfully, but Vesper understood the pain in his words.She shook her head, “I would never feel that way. For me, you are as handsome as the day I saw you.”He chuckles lightly, “I’m going to die soon. I can feel it.” He uttered in a weak voice. Fear gnawing deeply in him. He doesn't want to leave her alone.She held his hand tightly, assuring him everything would be fine.He winces in pain. Age had ca
The 76th-floor council hall of the Citadel headquarters was packed, its towering stone walls echoing with murmurs of anticipation. The trial of Elder Mauritius had drawn every faction of wolves aligned with the Citadel. Accused of breaking the rules of the manor, Elder Mauritius stood shackled before the tribunal. His shoulders sagged, but his eyes burned with indignation.Elder Gilgamesh presided over the trial, his voice stern and authoritative as he listed Mauritius's alleged crimes. "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of allowing vampires and even old blood to enter the Citadel Manor. Do you deny these charges?" he questioned.Elder Mauritius met his gaze calmly. "No."Elder John sighs, "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of conspiring with the Black Order and betraying the Citadel. Do you deny these charges?"Elder Mauritius's eyes widened in shock but calmly replied, "I do. And I suspect you know the truth, Elder."The crowd gasped, but before Elder Gilgamesh could retort, Elde
The devastating battle in the Citadel manor had ended.It only lasted several hours but the damage and death were massive.500 Hunters. 50 Vampires.100 Werewolves.Gone—all because of a selfish act of a man.The Citadel had claimed victory against the Black Order. The battle had been hard-fought, leaving scars on the land and on those who survived. Yet, despite their triumph, the shadow of the Headmaster lingered. His escape was a bitter reminder that their work was far from done.As the Citadel forces returned to their manor, their celebration was muted by somber news. Among the fallen were two names that carried weight and legend: Vesper, the vampire of Old Blood, and Alpha Qillalon, the purest of wolves. The message spread like wildfire, shaking the Citadel’s ranks and casting a pall over their supposed victory.Despite the help the vampires provided in the war, their objectives were questioned by the Elders in the Headquarters and not only them but also Elder Mauritius.“How co
Quillion and Velmont trudged through the garden, their faces contorted with disgust at the grotesque scene before them. Blood smeared the marble statues, the ground soaked in blood. The white benches were painted red and the air reeked of decay.Velmont gagged, clutching his stomach, while Quillion steadied himself, his sharp senses catching a lingering trace of his son’s scent."They went this way," Quillion growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. Without waiting for Velmont, he dashed toward the Flatlands, where the scent grew stronger with each step.When he arrived, chaos unfolded before him. Alpha Qillalon and Vesper were locked in a fierce battle inside the vehicle with the Headmaster and his hunters. Both looked exhausted. Alpha Qillalon's fur turned red with mixed blood on his flesh.Vesper looked unkempt and as the wind blew in Quillion’s direction, he could smell her burnt skin.The Headmaster shrouded in a dark aura, unleashed devastating attacks, his sinister laughter echoin
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and despair, but for Alpha Qillalon, everything else faded when Vesper fell. Her crumpled form lay amidst the smoldering ruins, her obsidian eyes turned lifeless by poison. A guttural roar erupted from his chest, shaking the air as rage consumed him. He dropped to his knees, trembling, but it wasn’t sorrow that overtook him—it was fury.His thunderous growl echoed in the Citadel estate. Quillion’s heart pounded when he heard it. “What was that?” Velmont asks as they make their way to the second floor.“That’s my son. He sounded devastated,” Quillion explains.Velmont swallowed slowly, a knife twisting in his gut. “Vesper,” he mumbled as they continued their voyage to the garden.Outside…Alpha Qillalon, shifted to his wolf form. Bones cracked and stretched, muscles rippled, and his human visage gave way to the majestic and terrifying shape of a wolf. His fur, once streaked with silver, now gleamed a pure, unbroken white, as if reflecting the i
Vesper and Alpha Qillalon returned to the manor, the air thick with the scent of battle. The Black Order pressed against their defenses, relentless in their assault. This time, their goal was clear: to keep the enemy away from the digital room, where critical intelligence lay vulnerable.Vesper’s sharp claws gleamed as she fought alongside Alpha Qillalon, who was flaunting his majestic, powerful wolf form. Their movements synchronized in perfect harmony. Every strike, every step was a testament to their bond, forged in the crucible of countless battles.“Mate, we’ll hold them here,” Qillalon growled, his voice cutting through the cacophony. “They must not move past us.” He declared himself in danger.Suddenly, a shift in the battlefield drew Vesper’s attention. At the edge of the hedge maze, a figure emerged—the Headmaster, clad in dark robes that seemed to ripple with malevolent energy. He stood with an air of superiority, his cold gaze fixed on Vesper.The Headmaster had been watchi
Alpha Cain and Alpha Mercimer turned to their wolf form and carried the wounded and injured on their backs. While Alpha Zane remained in his human form, hugging his wife in his arms. He glanced at his fellow Alphas with an apologetic look as he couldn't offer help with the wounded.Alpha Cain, Mercimer, and Qillalon understood and did not comment on it.The other wolves and vampires help each other out. As they headed to the barracks, Vesper noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. It's Balthazar carrying Jolly on his back while helping Evie to walk.She hid her wings and descended beside him. “Balthazar,” she called out, her voice sorrowful but her eyes expressing death and murder. He stopped walking and so did Evie, “Vesper,” she uttered and gave her a hug. Without a care that her eyes were obsidian black. “They destroyed everything.” She cried out.Vesper shook her head, “They didn’t. As long as we can fight, we can always rebuild a home stronger than the first.” She says with cert
Alpha Zane pushed forward, his heart pounding in sync with the surrounding chaos. The metallic zest of blood filled the air, mixing with the thick smoke from the fires. His claws extended further, his wolf clawing at the edges of his control, demanding to be let loose.As he maneuvered through the battleground, Alpha Zane caught sight of two towering figures in the distance. Through the haze, he recognized Alpha Cain and Alpha Mercimer, their forms lit by the flickering flames.Alpha Cain, a mountain of muscle and fury, slashed through the hunters with his claws, his movements precise and deadly. The hunter's thick armor prevented his sharp claws from wounding them, but his strength was more than enough to damage their suits.His growls rumbled like thunder, each swing of his arm sending hunters flying, dying upon impact. Beside him, Alpha Mercimer fought with a controlled ferocity, his blade slicing through the air with an elegance that belied the brutality of the situation.The two
Alpha Zane blinked his eyes open, the world around him a blurred whirlwind of chaos and fire. His head throbbed painfully, his ears ringing from the deafening blast that had thrown him across the hedge maze. Smoke clung to the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and burning wood.“They pushed and cornered us in the hedge maze,” he mumbled. His sharp gaze quickly focused on the devastation unfolding before him. The barricade was breached. The armored vehicle and the tank advanced unconcerned that there were bodies on the ground and some of them were still alive.He saw one of his Delta reaching out to him. His eyes pleaded, but before the Alpha could extend his arm to save his Delta, the armored car ran him over. The Delta’s blood sprays on the Alpha's face.Soon, the hunters swarmed through the breach like a relentless tide, their weapons barking with deadly precision.Wolves howled in pain as they fell, and even the agile vampires couldn’t escape the merciless onslaught. Bodi