"Well... I'm back...", Richard said as he took his horse by the reins and then he yelled out again in a louder voice, "Let's head out boys..." The entire forest became quiet for a moment just as his men were about to climb on their horses and move out to the dark wolves pack. And in the silence, some sounds were being made, sounds which were audible enough to buy the attention of every man in the woods. Their ears caught the sound waves perfectly, and for someone like Luke who spent most of his childhood in the woods, he was able to detect a third party in the woods, but an actual description of who or what else joined them in the woods was something he couldn't place his hands on. "Shhhh!!", Luke said as he placed his hands on Richard's chest. At that point, Richard was about to climb the horse and obviously the horse wouldn't remain silent for a bit. It neighed as Richard pulled it by the reins. "What's that...?", Richard asked as he looked around too, trying his best to find an
Determination set in the tree wolves, their eyes glowed ever green, with lust and hate surrounding their minds and controlling their bodies. They ran with all their strength, chanting and cheering as they moved rapidly, it seemed like the price which was promised them was their greatest motivational at that moment. But Luke and his men could never be taken to be called weaklings, they waited patiently for the tree wolves to attack them, but one thing they knew, they were not going to take defeat as a souvenir back home to their wives and children. What would be the grand message being shared... that the most powerful pack in the werewolf world got defeated by a bunch of women warriors, a bunch of war she-wolves? That would never be an option to choose, and with that in their minds, they stood their grounds, holding and clinging tightly to their swords and shields, waiting for the proper time to strike their enemies. The cheers and the chants were becoming higher, and louder as th
With everything running in his head, he looked at her, and with his burning eyes staring into her evergreen eyes, his usual straight face changed and his straight lips curved into a smile, more of a mocking smile. He couldn't see her lower face, her nose and her mouth were covered with dark clothes, but he obviously knew she was grinning in anger as he observed that her forehead became wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes, but none of those moved him a bit, he just wore the smile on his face and then walked away. She grinned in anger and just as she was about to do something else to Richard, she could overhear the growl which Luke made with his sword passing through the air, on it's way to her neck, but she quicky jumped to avoid what was coming her way. But she still had her eyes fixed on Richard as he kept walking away. So rude and cocky!, She thought to herself. She looked at one of the other warriors, the she-wolf had paused in one of her fights with Luke's men and turned to loo
She threw punches and kicks poorly, and with all the energy she channelled into throwing those punches, and swinging those blades, Richard ducked all her moves, moving backwards slowly and moving his body left and right just to avoid her kicks and her punches. She swung her blade with her right hand, and at that moment, Richard caught her hand, holding it firmly and wore a scorn on his face, she shook his head and then with his right leg, he pushed her away to the ground with great strength. She fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, but she was never ready to give up, not now, not ever. When she fell to the ground, she rolled on the ground and pulled up a stunt which pushed her up to her feet, and as quick as a flash, she dipped her hand in her pocket and threw a shuriken at Richard.. Richard brought out his hand and caught it before it could tear his skin, he held it in his hand and looked at her, and throwing the shuriken at her with speed, the metal flew right into her fo
Of all the feminine warriors of the tree wolves pack which ambushed them in the woods, the only ones who managed to keep their feet in the living world were just three in number: the one with the evergreen eyes who seemed to be the leader, and two others who had satin grey eyes and topaz blue eyes respectively. But their faces were still tied and covers with their dark clothes, and they still seemed unconscious, their heads wee buried to the ground, while they were tied to some trees in the woods. "Are you alright..?", Richard asked as he walked over to Luke who sat on the ground, bleeding blood from a small cut on his face. He looked at Richard, and in a matter of seconds, the small cut opened up in size and then slowly began to close up as a drop of blood still remained on his face. "Yes, I'm fine..", he replied as he used his middle finger to clean off the little blood on his face, and then he tried pushing himself up from the ground, but somehow his strength failed him for a bi
He turned to her again and took a deep breath as he asked emphatically, "Who... Sent... You!!?". "You asked me to shut the hell up, remember?", She said with a dirty smile on her face, which proceeded into a mocking laugh, showing her bloody dentition and inner mouth. "Oh I can the get the answers from you with my fist...", Luke said angrily as he clenched his two fists, and then he continued, "or... I can give you to Benjamin who knows the perfect way to squash a bug like you..". No one could tell what really made Luke so upset, and no one has seen him in that form before. Was it the fact that it was a bunch of women who stopped them on the way just to have a fight with them, or....? No one could explain the origin of Luke's anger, but one thing was for sure, the lady was obviously rubbing salt in his wounds. "You mean this guy right here...?", She asked as she took a good look at Benjamin who growled at her with a fierce face and a clenched jaw. "He doesn't speak...", She a
It wasn't a hard guess, just like he thought, only Lucian was capable of having knowledge of all kinds of mercenaries, both the skilled and unskilled. And Lucian had his ways, always had something up his sleeves. But looking at Victoria, her evergreen colour of eyes had paved a way for her emotions to be revealed, and it seemed like it was an involuntary action "What did Lucian tell you...?!", Richard asked calmly as he crouched to her level, staring into her eyes, trying to drive out truth from within her. If the entire werwolf world could know perfectly about the strength which Richard drew, why would a group of feminine warriors decide to go on a suicide mission against him? Surely, there was a possibility that Lucian had promised them something that couldn't just resist, he just needed to find out what that was.. He asked tye question, but the look on her face depicted two things, it was either she didn't understand the question, or maybe, she never wanted to spill the beans,
,"Is it a deal...?", He asked again with his hands still holding onto the sword on his waist, looking at Victoria with a smirk on his face, waiting for her reply. He wasn't hoping for a positive response from her, with the way and manner she spoke, she was obviously going to say a no. But what took the greatest time was when she stood in front of him, wearing a fierce scorn on her face, biting her lips and shaking her head as she took in deep air and exhaled deeply. "Do you agree with my proposal...?", He asked again, deepening his voice and sounding very formal, somehow it seemed formal to him "Of course I'm not agreeing to that...!", She yelled as she turned her back on him and was walking away to her table, not minding how he was going to take her actions. "Don't you dare turn your back on me..?", He ordered with a firm grip on his sword. The smirk on his face disappeared, and now he wore a frown on his face. To him, her disrespect was seemingly going out of bounds, and she
"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