He stared into his eyes, looking at him with the most serious face he ever formed, while he stared into his eyes too.He spat on Richard right in the face as an evil laugh proceeded out of his mouth. It was more of a mocking laugh than an evil laugh, laughing wildly while showing off his dentition filled with blood.Richard cleaned off the blood which rested on his face with his right hand as he laughed also at the audacity which filled the man.Richard's smile gradually changed into a frown on his face as he brought out his long sharp nails and scratched him on the face, giving him marks with large amount of blood flowing out of it."That was terrible!", Richard said out aloud as he shook his hands trying to remove the blood stains in his fingers.The man was still bound to the chair, looking at Oliver who laid helplessly on the table. His right hand had been amputated, leaving his elbows and the other part of his hand leading to his shouldersHe saw the pain which Oliver was in, his
Martins Grey?Richard stopped his movement as his head was suddenly filled with thoughts of Martins Grey.Which Martins Grey was Nathan referring to?Was it still the same Martins Grey, the doctor, whom he called based on urgency and emergency to come assist his mate while she put to birth?Was it still the same Martins Grey who broke the news to him about Emily successfully delivering a set of twins that on cold night? Something he never ever believed would happen in just a matter of seconds.Was it still the same Martins Grey he took as a brother and offered him one of his costliest wines?The same Martins Grey who told him about the possibility of Bryan being wolfless for the rest of his life?It couldn't be so true. It was still Martin's report about Bryan being wolfless that brought about the idea of the big banquet which has finally led Nathan and Oliver into the dark room. But how could he sell the Blue moon pack out? He knew him to be a wild talker, a loquacious individual w
Martins Grey?Richard stopped his movement as his head was suddenly filled with thoughts of Martins Grey.Which Martins Grey was Nathan referring to?Was it still the same Martins Grey, the doctor, whom he called based on urgency and emergency to come assist his mate while she put to birth?Was it still the same Martins Grey who broke the news to him about Emily successfully delivering a set of twins that on cold night? Something he never ever believed would happen in just a matter of seconds.Was it still the same Martins Grey he took as a brother and offered him one of his costliest wines?The same Martins Grey who told him about the possibility of Bryan being wolfless for the rest of his life?It couldn't be so true. It was still Martin's report about Bryan being wolfless that brought about the idea of the big banquet which has finally led Nathan and Oliver into the dark room. But how could he sell the Blue moon pack out? He knew him to be a wild talker, a loquacious individual w
He stared at Luke and the other two men who surrounded him, making him seem like a prisoner in his own home.At first Luke had kept on an expressionless face, and then he smiled, but as much as his words were just to lure him into going to the Alpha's home, he knew Luke had worn that smiley face so as to make him not feel scared. But now, the man who stood in front of him, with his two hands placed behind his back, looking down on him had a clenched face, one which sent messages of terror and scare to his body system.The other men who surrounded him didn't make it seem less easier, as they stood around him, blocking off all the light rays which were emitted from the bulbs hanging down from the ceiling, all he saw were their colour of eyes which glowed in the darkness.While Luke had his blue mesmerizing eyes glowing, the one who placed his hands on the door showing off his biceps and strength had his dark brown eyes fixed on him with a fierce stare, almost making his heart jump out
Richard watched as he gulped down the contents of the second glass of wine he had in his hands.He had put increased the quantity this time, much more than the first time, with the intentions that Martins would take his time to gulp it down at least twice before the contents in the glass would have been exhausted, but with Martins being an indefatigable lover of wine, he didn't expect any less from him. If he was continuously going to feed him much wine, make him drunk and then twirl his brain with questions, the effect of the liquor in his body would force him give out the answers, which may complemented what Nathan and Oliver had said in the dark room, or oppose their claims.Just as he was about pouring more wine in the glass, he sat on his chair to sight Agatha from afar preparing the table for dinner.Agatha, always inspired and knowledgeable with the right kind of meal to prepare, he could perceive the sweet scented aroma of the food from where he sat, and he could already imag
"What if I told you.. the food you're eating was poisoned....", Richard asked as a smile lit up his face.He sat comfortably on his chair, his elbow placed on the table with the palm of his hand supporting his jaw, smiling from ear to ear.".. would you still eat it??.?", he cooed expressing the pleasure in his heart, smiling at him like poisoning was not a big deal to him, or yes .. it wasn't a big deal for him.Poison? The delicious taste he felt in his mouth suddenly dissipated as what filled his mind was terror and fear His previously shut eyes widened beyond it's limit as soon as he heard the word "poisoned". He could never doubt the possibility of the food being poisoned.At first it was the mention of Lucian's name which made him cough and choke, and now Richard claimed the meal was poisoned.He stared into Richard's eyes, while he chewed the meat slowly, there's was no remorse in his eyes, all that sat there was satisfaction and pleasure, the repugnant look he had in his eyes
His shaky hands held the cloche, it felt so cold but he braced himself up and held onto it tightly.With his hands still holding on to the cloche,he looked back at Alpha Richard who still kept an expressionless face. Where was the smile that lit up his face few minutes ago? What could really be under the cloche that would make him be the one to open it? He thought to himself in a second as he looked at Alpha Richard and looked back again at the silver cloche."Go on!!...", Richard spoke out again, his icy cold voice clothed in darkness pierced him again as it struck fear into his heart.His eyes, being unstable at this point, it moved from the cloche to alpha Richard and then to the cloche.He braced himself up in the truth knowing that what was underneath the cloche was just food, probably a lemon mousse or so.Slowly he lifted up the cloche from the plate, an unpleasant smell escaped the plate as it struck his nose hardly, making his face squeeze, and with his eyes closed for a sec
Flashback to three nights before the current day, Martins Grey could be seen on the telephone call, holding it's handset close to his ears and with his left hand, he held the dialpad closely to himself.He stood close to an open window which displayed the clear blue sky which was gradually turning dark as the sun was leaving it's seat in readiness for the moon's arrival.The winds were blowing freely into the room, passing through the curtains, and blowing through his hair and cooling his warm skin, refreshing his soul and body as he talked deeply on the phone call. "Yeah! Yeah!! Sure. Look I get you. I get what you mean", Martins spoke out boldly and confidently, walking round the room with his head up high.He had his mind fixed in this conversation, all for this conversation, he had his mind set like a steel trap, thinking twice about every statement he made or will make which would give him an edge in the conversation.From the straight face he kept, the constant blinking and rol
"Are you crying?", Bryan heard a familiar voice which caused him to jerk up from his posture. It was Harriet's, and she was alive."Oh Harriet", he said as he didn't hesitate to hug her deeply. He didn't know if he was the one who height her back to life, or what, but he was grateful, having another opportunity to hear her voice and have her by his side."You're choking me..!", She struggled to say with faint breath, constantly tapping him by his shoulders just so he could break the hug. He hugged her too tight, squeezing the last breath in her lungs, not until he was aware and finally broke the hug. He wouldn't want to be the cause of her second death and so smiled at her.He pressed his lips against hers. That feeling! He would kill himself if he never had the chance to taste the moisture in her lips. She had her hands wrapped around his neck, kissing and reciprocating his actions."You're alive.!", He said with an elated tone, still not able to comprehend what had happened."Yes."
What just happened? The silence in the room was a grave one as Bryan stood to watch the Caesar's head roll on the ground, his eyes still wide open while his body released blood profusely.It seemed as though Luke was on their side, evident in the way he turned swiftly and stood with them, pointing his sword towards them in his defense."Sorry, I'm late.. I just needed the time", he said with heavy breaths, huffing and puffing as he stood with them. How exciting it was! At the initial stage he doubted if he would fight his father's best friend, or if his daughter would fight her father, and surprisingly, he was on their side. There were more powerful forces on his side against Constantine.And speaking of Constantine, she didn't appreciate Luke's actions as the frown on her face had spoken her intentions clear to all of them. If only she knew how cute her porcelain skin was with her platinum blonde hair, then she would keep a smiley face. Yet it pleased him how it stung her deeply in
"I need you to promise me one thing.", Said Bryan as he held Harriet's hand, both standing in the middle on the room and staring into each other's eyesThe night had come, the night when he would battle his foes and would take back what belonged to him. He was nervous, constantly breathing just to keep up with the feeling within him.He heard of the stories of his father's greatest battle with an enemy so powerful. Was he as nervous as he was? Did his father fear the outcome of what would happen after that night just the same way he did?His thoughts ran wild, his mind picturing all the kinds of things which would happen during his battle with the Caesar. They were both positive and negative, successes and losses, yet he feared the latter between the two choices."What is it?", She stood like a loyal lady, holding hands with him. His hands were soft just as hers. Both couldn't get rid of the memories of the previous night, especially the love bite. She couldn't tell if he was insane o
"You really believe tomorrow night would be perfect for this.?", Harriet asked as she walked behind Bryan. Unlike the other days, he was a slow paced walker who had his hands behind his back on a gentle mood. At that point she struggled to keep up with him. She began breathing heavily. Walking with him was tiring and stressful, and the way he had flown through the flight of stairs aas incredibly amazing, yet she couldn't. "Yes.!", He finally replied as his legs stomped swiftly against the stairs from the top unto the last block and then he turned to stare at her. "Try to keep up please?", He asked as he stood with heavy breaths watching as she ran down the steps with speed. She tripped over, almost crashing against a hard floor not until his hands had caught her just at the nick of falling. "Are you alright?", He asked with hands around her waist, looking down at the one who looked to the ground. Her face was few inches before hitting the ground, his speed had saved he
It was still a hot sunny day when they took most of their properties and left immediately. They travelled on their horses, moving far before they had to stop to get some rest. Bryan could only make them stop when he was assured within him that the annihilators were far from them and where they stopped was safe enough.The annihilators attack had went on to show the war which the Caesar had decided upon. Obviously he hadn't signed the treaty given to him.He didn't expect him to sign it easily. The treaty wasn't meant for him, rather his brother. But the sight of his brother being battered and tortured showed the Caesar was in charge and he would be the best person to hand over the treaty to.From the way he sounded and acted, he was an arrogant yet confident man who didn't believe in the word "defeat". And just like he thought, he had blasted the war cry by sending the Annihilators to ease himself of what was to come. Coward!Caesar was a different day, soon to be taught lessons whic
It's been a day after the brief visit to the blue moon pack, his home, and yet he couldn't get over the memories. They kept recurring, and they were getting as fresh as what he couldn't describe.His first sight of his home was amazing. The winds which blew there was much better than what he had ever felt, it was as though it was specially made for that environment.He felt it and it was though he was young again, infact, the memories returned as he stepped his feet on the garden. His parents favourite place. It was more of a love garden to them than what others would have thought, a place where they would sit together and have breakfast, disturbing the winds with their waves of love..And now they were no more, and the garden had turned into an evergreen desert. The water fountain which always had water flowing through it and letting the birds sing with it's gurgling sounds had ceased to function."Hey Bryan.!", He heard his name accompanied with the sound of the door being shut. He
Constantine! He almost screamed her name at the sight of her, holding back his over excitement as his eyes went on an adventure on the beauty before him.Yet he couldn't resist calling her name. "Constantine.?", He called with now less interest on the treaty and more on her. He had his hands supporting him as he got up from his seat and stood to watch her keep walking towards him. She was looking better than the last he set eyes on her, watching her skin glow as the light aided it to. Her platinum blonde hair was perfect, falling on her shoulders and on her back, and her porcelain skin, so perfect for the word perfect.He went by the name Caesar, yet he found someone who knew what he was truly called. And here she was, standing before him with a straight face and a medallion hanging around her neck. It was beautiful, like the treasure who wore it. Filled and decorated with some shiny fancy stones, it glowed too, just as he couldn't resist staring at it."I'm surprised to see you her
"Mind what you say to me boy..!", The Caesar responded to his statement. In someway it hurt him bad. The feeling of a son challenging a father figure was what he had never seen, this young man displayed it before him.And why would he think he was scared of fighting his father? His father was one of the, if not the most powerful werewolf in the entire werewolf world, and whoever challenged such a person is mentally and all round prepared to fight him.He was an example. He had always wanted the Blue moon pack to himself, yet the presence of a being so powerful like himself had already assured him before hand that he was never ready for him.And when he thought he was ready, he felt as though making waves by killing other weaker Alpha's would cause fear to strike the entire werewolf world, making them know his name.And when he finally had Fergus, he had understood that the man whom he had fought hard and prepared for was no longer in existence.Someone must have killed him and taken o
The next day had arrived. Nature had it's way of making things come in an unexpected way, this time, it worked for his favour. He was awake, agile and strong for what was coming and what he expected to see.He awoke from his bed and had a quick shower, washing down all of his pain and frustration, thinking about his family as the warm water washed down the dirts from his bodyHe dried himself up and put on his clothes. It wasn't the usual he wore, this time, Adira had arrived with some of his best clothes. Up till that moment, he hadn't been able to place his hands on how she was able to know his location and even bring along some of his clothes.She had stated something about having a dream where he called her and gave her the same letter which he had seen in her hand. She went on to state she awoke to the croaking sound of a raven by her window, holding the same letter from her dream.He actually wished he had sent a message to someone back home, yet he never had a idea on who he wo