He fell his body back on the soft bed, his eyes closed and his hands still stretched to the other side of the bed while he let himself think of tha nothing at that moment.Too much words of advice from two of his closest friends, both agreeing and not contradicting themselves in their statement, telling him about something he needed to change.How he wished he could remain in that spot the entire day, even up to the next day, with his mind void of any kind of thoughts.And just there, while he wished inwardly, a very unique question crept into his mind. Could a man exist without any thoughts in his mind? Isn't the mind the pillar of the man, and if so, of what use would it be when there are not thoughts or considerations within?A strange question which came out of nowhere was stucked in his mind, but oh, the dinner time was approaching, and he wasn't ready at any point, and it was a necessity for him to grace the event.He stood up from his bed, he could have called it his comfort z
He needed sleep, he had witnessed too much for the day and the only way he would bypass all what he saw and felt that day was if he fell on his soothing soft foam.He didn't steady his paces as usual, he walked with haste with this rage inside him, like he was on a mission or perhaps a journey, possibly a journey of slumber, and would not be caught up for any discussion whatsoever.He walked into his room and slammed the door behind him, locking it in other to avoid any other entrance apart from himself.He stood by the door, he placed his head on the wooden door while his left hand was holding the door knob, and his countenance had changed completely.What was he thinking of at the moment? Would the door be able to comfort him now in his days of torment or plagues?He left the door and took off his clothes, his eyes were red but tears could never fall down his cheeks, he was too strong to let his emotions get the better side of him, or maybe it had already. He laid on his bed, and h
He whispered some words into his ears, something which seemed to be like his own advice, a way in which he wood be able to secure his position as alpha, a sure guarantee.But while he spoke, Nicholas had his eyes widened at the thought of that, and his ears still paid keen attention to all of what Lucas had to say And stepping away from Nicholas after he had stated his own plan, his eyes were still shot open, like it would bulge out from it's socket while he thought deeply."No way...!", He spoke aloud after a moment of consideration of such idea, his mind already was disturbed on if such would work if he intended to go on with it. But while he spoke, Lucas has turned his back and walked back to his seat, smiling in a way which spoke fulfilment as he picked up his glass of wine and resumed his drinking."There's no way I would do that.. that's insane..!", Nicholas spoke again with his eyes placed on him, his thoughts and imagination running wild as he felt disturbed within.This tim
He awoke on his bed, this feeling which was found so refreshing was way different from that which he felt the previous day, and this time, his face was beaming with a smile.How he imagined the length of the previous day, it was as though it would never end but it did, and while he sat on his bed, his mind couldn't remind him of any other vision which he saw. It was all peaceful and calm.There was much to learn each day, that mindset he had carried since he was a little boy, and with each day passing, he learned to broaden his horizon, to elongate the limits of his knowledge.But what about the previous day, did he learn anything apart from the fact that he was a minion to the fulfilment of his brother's "dream"?He shook his head immediately, he remembered telling himself just before he slept off that the previous events would not be his daymare, and that he would build himself in preparation for whatever would he fired at him from his brother.The windows were open, and the light f
*Simon told me..", the smile on his face broadened even more as he stared at his son and then his smile turned into a chuckle in his deep voice..For a moment he laughed at the fact that his on forgot completely of how he usually got his answers from those who kept them away from him..That was mainly the fun part about being a leader, his favourite set of people were those who felt the best way to trick him was to either keep answers away from him or maybe try telling him the wrong ones.Hopefully his wolf was smart and agile enough to sense that which sounded like a lie and that which came out to be the truth.And most times he enjoyed the ones who lied the most, it usually gave him a reason to torment all elements of their life, starting from their bodies and then to their minds, and then to their souls.But the one who stood before him was his own son, and though he has trained and punished both his sons on the acts and consequences of lying, this was an understandable case of whi
He couldn't believe it. All these while his father had always kept a soft spot for his brother, ignoring him die to claims which weren't true, speaking of things of which he didn't understand or even know anything about.His mind was filled, more of being crowded with thoughts of his father's statement. And to think it was his brother who he told all these to, the one he really didn't see reasons to despise apart from now, that went a long way to show that he had more enemies in his household who prevented him from becoming that we he had always desired to be.The secret kept on repeating itself in his head, the thoughts of it alone caused the veins in his body to pop out visibly as he showed off his anger in the very way he breathed, walked and looked. This was something so unbelievable from his father's actions. He remembered the moments when he and his brother played in the fields.He remembered seeing his father standing by the side with his hands behind his back, smiling as he
"No it won't be...", Lucas scoffed at the fear which oozed out with Nicholas's statement. He spoke in a confident manner, reassuring him that he was present with him even if things would want to go astray.The man they referred to was his father, if there was someone who should know the man in question in and out, then apart from his father's mate, it would have to be his sons. This was going to be rough, to trace his father down by threatening his mother was something which could cause them their lives if things weren't put in the right place.But he decided to keep an open mind, he fell back on the statement that there was definitely no harm in trying, and so he got enough nerve into going on with this plan of his. He placed his hands on his waist and then heaved a heavy sigh, looking up to the heavens as he prayed within himself that he was doing the right thing. "Is there a problem...?", It became Lucas turn to ask. He could see the frustration and the worry written all over hi
They waited till the darkness had taken over the entire landscape, peeping through the door all they could see was the lights which shone through the hallways and few footsteps around.For a moment Nicholas cursed the existence of the maids and the servant which lived in the house, he only wished their duties would end just as the darkness creeped in but no, they had to work till close to midnight and awake again before the first light.And while they waited patiently in the room, their heads were placed against the door just so they could keep up with the footsteps they heard.Slowly the footsteps faded away, and the hallway became quiet with just mere chatters from the maids who he claimed were known for their gossips.Nicholas held the door knob and opened again, this time he did it slowly to avoid the screeching sound of the door being heard and drawing attention to themselves.He stretched his neck out, his head moving left and right just so he could survey who was coming and who
"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