Swords clashed together, giving out loud sounds as the men who handled them tried opposing each other with their strength and their different levels of aggression.The heavens were already welcoming the large amount of smoke which were ignited by the large burning of buildings and people.Yes..! People! One of Richard's men had been angered to a point he picked up one of the dark wolves' men and tossed him into a little Region which the dark Wolves' warriors had used to make a camp.The woods were not so much, so was the fire, but when he had seen the fire had caught a little portion of the guard's clothing, he swiftly moved into picking up a bottle of alcohol which he perceived the men had been drinking from. With the bottle in his hand, he smiled as he uncorked it and immediately poured out all the contents of the bottle on the guard, igniting more of the flames ok the guard.He screamed and yelled out in his pain, his skin was burning, he could feel his skin wrinkling deeply and t
"You..!", Luke said as he saw the face of the man who stood at the opposite side of the well. He wouldn't seem surprised, he just felt a bit disappointed about the path he chose after the incident with took place years ago between them."The name's Jefferson..!", he replied with a scorn on his face, looking at Luke with all anger and hatred, hoping he would phase through the well and strangle Luke to death."I don't care about your name..!", Luke scoffed as he spoke, staring at his stature which seemed less impressive than what he had expected if they ever crossed paths "You should..", Jefferson said, nodding his head with a smile on his face, staring at Luke keenly with repugnance."..so you'll be able to describe the man who killed you when you get back to your maker..!", He said again, chuckling at his own joke while he took some steps "You wish you can kill me Jefferson..!", Luke smiled as he joined Jefferson in taking some steps round the well.Both their eyes never left each o
"Move it..", Rachael commanded with a sword placed to the back of the neck of the guard as he led them to where he claimed the prisoners were being held hostage. They took the stairs which was slowly leading them to a dungeon, and underground vault which consisted of nothing but darkness. But with an oil lamp in the hands of the guard and one in the hands of Victoria who stood behind Rachael, Rachael held tightly to her sword as she placed the tip of it at the back of the guard's neck. She became furious all of a sudden, becoming tougher within the space of a minute, but the guard was all throughout quiet, leading the way in silence, not having an iota of fear in the way she spoke and the sword behind his neck. Onto the dungeon, all that accompanied was darkness, and the only source of lighting was that which the guard and Victoria held. While they walked, Victoria was startled by something very minute. She shook her legs and pointed towards the ground when she saw some rats and m
Lucian had on his body, a sleeveless red robe long enough to have it's lower part sweeping through the floor, and his hair was in a mess as he paced round the entire room, pondering on the battle which had come to his doorstep.He looked out the window, and the great carnage which had swept through his pack and all his success had put him in the state of complete insanity.He ran his hand through his hair, grinning at the pain and the frustration which overwhelmed him, the feeling of loosing the battle to his greatest rival.What annoyed him the most was the tree Wolves which he had paid to take down Richard, there were present in the compound, joining forces with the one he considered enemy, taking down his men with their skilled weapons and their fast movement.What lies did Richard bombard their brains with? He pondered on the things which he considered to be true, the things he felt Richard was capable of doing, and for a moment his frustration had taken control over him, eating h
His words were becoming provocative, making him enraged as every second passed, and feeling the pain of loosing his first born, the moment was tragic, and there and then, he imagined himself ripping off the bowels of this monster.He watched as Richard threw his dead son's head up in the air, and watched as he used his sword to cut through the already dead head.He could hear the sound of ths head thudding on the ground, watching the head open up in two parts separated from each other.He watched as blood flowed out from the different parts of the head, he watched as the parts of his brain began to fall out from each half of his brain.His eyes were drowned in the movement of the blood, it's colour being deeply red, moving slowly across the floor, things he had never seen or couldn't even recognize, they were on the ground.He could see the other half of his son's head, the one which contained the eyes, they stared at him, and the sight of it made his body pale, sending shivers down h
The pain was excruciating, the feeling of having the unusual emptiness was disgusting, the sight of his forelimbs was terrifying, and he couldn't believe that what he saw was the reality of things.He couldn't move his hands just the way he usually did, he laid on the ground helplessly, and with the little idea which creeped into his mind, he thought pushing himself backwards with his legs at least to a point where he would be able to get a better view of Richard.But his robe was his limitation, his fashion sense was his hindrance at this point as he had to move his legs but his clothing wouldn't let him. He groaned in a frustrating tone, wouldn't death be better than what he was facing at this moment in his life?The thoughts and wish of death coming to take him was not yielding any efforts, and being stucked with this man in the same room was haunting.His guards and his men have obviously been taken out in battle, and rescuing him from the hands of Richard seemed impossible, he c
He grinned at the sound of the voice which stopped him from executing the plans he had for Lucian.He stopped mid air, staring at Lucian. The scared alpha was helplessly laying on the ground, with his eyes shut towards what was coming his way, the only thing stopping him from receiving the dose of his first torture was the voice which had prompted Richard to stop. "My Lord..", the voice had called out to Richard. The voice seemed familiar, like someone he knew very well, possibly it could have been Luke.But what would be the right response to his greetings and pleasantries?He wouldn't have known what he had in mind to don't Lucian on the ground, but if for a reason, the essence of this interruption was worth it, then, it might have been Lucian's lucky day. Not only did hear the voice of this man, also he could over hear the footsteps of people, which showed this man could definitely bit be alone in this.He had to reason for this distraction, this disturbance that stopod him from
What..!!? That's impossible. His men were about to have some sort of marathon sexual ordeal with his mate. She wouldn't be able to handle what was to come.Lucian's wolf growled within him, but of what use was it when he couldn't help defend the one his heart did beat after. He yelled out, but it's seemed to Richard that he was someone who never existed in this reality. His shouts and his yells, his cries and his pleas meant nothing to Richard."She won't take it.. she'll die..", Lucian's wolf growled even more, in an angry tone, wanting to be released from it's cage and act on it's own will.But the fear of this man would spring up new knowledge and wisdom for itself as this man seemed more dangerous than he ever thought.What could have really happened? Unto this very moment, Lucian had not been able to believe the way this war went, he had not recovered from the loss of his limbs, and the loss of his son, and now his mate, possibly his life would be gone sooner or later.But what
"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