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Edward It was strange to me to see Alfie still. so you mean somewhere around the world there is someone else gathering rogues who is me and isn't Damien? I ran outside and continued my search, and then I heard a scream. That was it, Edwina's voice I looked directly to where the sand was coming from, and I saw two men holding that down, then came the so-called Alfie in human form, and he walked forward. "Did you think you could escape me your king, I didn’t expect you would take the run..." Alfie walked forward to me spewing trash. “ you flatter yourself, my man, You are no match for me and I never run from a fight. All I do is strategize. Now please tell your demons to leave Edwina alone.” I tried not to sound desperate, I couldn’t hide my desperation. “Oh, the princess Edwina! She is even more beautiful in person. You know I imagined what you saw in her to make you make such a stupid decision that almost cost you our kingdom. But now I kind of see it. She Exhumes
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Edward, Alfie fell to the ground, but I knew that whatever hurt hE sustained was just for the moment. Arthur had the opportunity to take Edwina and flea. I went back forward to check on Alfie, but he got up at the speed of light from where he fell. The next time I saw him,he was a long distance away from me. I wonder what game is playing now. He knows I can reach him right? “Oh, poor Alfie, what is going on with you? Are you beginning to run from a fight?“ I said, mocking him. “Oh silly Edward, my little brother, because you managed to throw a punch doesn’t mean you have won the battle. I have told you what I want and my condition, do you think Edwina will ever truly be safe with me lurking around? Even if you save her today, there’s no telling what tomorrow holds.” I couldn’t stand the shit he was saying I sped up to him where he was standing and threw a large punch, hoping that it would reach into him to at least cause some damage but he caught up with my
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Alfie's Pov I am Alfred, the first son of Uther Sullivan. My father, Uther, had an affair with my mother, but he lacked the courage to acknowledge her openly. And why? Simply because my mother, a mere servant, hailed from a tribe deemed forbidden by the standards of our society. They believed the werewolves of Whistleberry were cursed, yet Uther, the almighty king of Galencia, didn't consider that when he engaged in a relationship with my mother. He led her to believe that he loved her, whispering sweet words and making promises he never intended to keep. But all the while, Mother remained oblivious to his true identity. Eventually, Uther informed my mother that their relationship could no longer continue. However, by that point, she was already pregnant, unaware of the life growing within her. What would it have taken for him to marry her, after all the silly promises he made during their relationship? It seemed like a simple enough question, yet the answer eluded me. Perhap
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Alfie Who is his father? She further asked “His father is at home. I left him with the rest of my children.” But I said that as she saw that I was getting some sort of attention from the whole woman. Do not lie to me woman who is the father of this boy and why is he experiencing such a young age? Who is his father?!” She yelled in anger and became cold suddenly. “Well …” My mother's voice trembled with fear as she began to explain, her words stumbling over each other in her anxiety. "I... I had a relationship before I got married to my current husband," she confessed, her fear palpable. "The real father has abandoned us. He doesn’t want anything to do with us because we are not fit for his social class." The healer's impatience was evident as she cut my mother off sharply, demanding a direct answer. "His father was a prince when we were together..." My mother's voice trailed off, hesitant. The healer's tone grew sharper, her frustration mounting as my mother conti
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Alfie One day, while I was outside playing with my youngest siblings, Michael came out as usual, grumbling about some trivial chores. His irritation was palpable, and I could sense that his anger toward me had been simmering for a while. I grew tired of his nagging, so I attempted to walk away, but he grabbed me and pulled me back forcefully. “You little punk,” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. “You should be thanking me for giving you a place to stay, you ingrate. I could have told your mother not to bring you here with her. I’ve been looking after you since you were a child, yet I get nothing in return. Disrespectful brat. Don’t you know how to show a little bit of appreciation, at least?” I shot him a defiant look as he continued to berate me, his words stinging with each accusation. As Michael grabbed me by the neck, claiming I was being disrespectful in my anger, instinct took over. I pushed him away forcefully, intending only to break free from his grip. Bu
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Alfie I always imagined that one day, I would muster the courage to rebel against my mother, to demand answers about my father, about my heritage. I dreamed of confronting her, of forcing her to reveal the truth I so desperately sought. But now, those dreams feel distant, shattered by my actions. I've lost the opportunity to confront her, to uncover the secrets she harbored. Now, I'm left to navigate this world alone, without the guidance or protection I once relied upon. I am just 15 and I haven’t even gotten my werewolf. I am afraid of the danger in the outside world even though I have some unexplainable strength I still fear. In the safety of my former life, nestled within the confines of the village, I had felt shielded from the perils of the outside world. Now everything scares me. As I fled into the wilderness, every rustle of the leaves and snap of a twig sent shivers down my spine. The darkness of the night seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with its opp
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Alfie As I looked at the sky, waiting for them to do to me what I did to Micheal, I suddenly became more aware of the moon. It was a full moon, and I felt like it was calling to me to me. Suddenly, a sensation unlike any I had ever experienced washed over me. My bones began to crack and shift, a sensation both terrifying and inexplicable. I knew deep down that this was no ordinary affliction, but something far more primal and instinctual. Despite the agony wracking my body, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of detachment, as if I were merely an observer of my transformation. The men continued their onslaught, unaware of the turmoil unfolding within me as I grappled with this newfound power. Then, as if guided by some unseen force, my body surged with energy, moving with a fluidity and strength I had never known. In that moment of clarity, I realized the truth: I was changing, becoming something otherworldly and fierce. Suddenly, I began to feel my bone crack just
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Alfie As I emerged from the stream, senses heightened by the eerie feeling of being watched, I could feel the weight of someone's presence lingering nearby. Hastily wrapping my torn and blood-soaked clothes around my body, I scanned the area, heart pounding in my chest. "Who's there?" I called out, but the only response was the hush of the forest around me. Determined to leave this unsettling place, I began to tread cautiously away from the stream, But the feeling persisted, the sensation of being observed refusing to dissipate. I stopped abruptly, spinning around to confront the unseen watcher once more. "Who's there?" I demanded, my voice echoing through the trees. Then, as if summoned by my words, a figure emerged from the shadows. A young woman, her pale skin and hair lending an otherworldly quality to her presence. "I'm sorry," she spoke softly, her voice tinged with an unfamiliar accent. I’m so sorry that I was peeping at you, I wasn’t snooping around… Her exp
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