Damien had always had dreams.
He had always had dreams about a woman.He always saw her in his dreams.She was always beautiful in them but she was not whom he wanted to see.He desired Freya, the Omega daughter of his father's friend who had died while defending their pack against a Vampire attack once.She was strong, stronger than most men of the pack.She did not dress like a female nor carry herself like one, instead she always trained to be better than others and even him.No one had ever been able to beat her, she was their teacher, she taught him and the other growing pack members how to fight with their physical strength, as well as how to use their claws and fangs against their opponents.She was also the one who helped them discover how to make use and control their speed and agility.She taught them alot and he has found himself falling for her.But he couldn't say it. His father wouldn't let it be because the Moon Goddess was the one who gave Werewolves their mates, she was the one that made the selections for everyone.Freya was an omega too. She was one of the least people in the pack that had no ranks. He was the Alpha Heir. If his father died or stepped down, he would be the next in line to lead the pack. This was his lifelong dream.With the mating rituals coming up, he was skeptical as to whom the Moon Goddess would choose to be his mate. Some others could get to choose whom their mates were, but so was not the case for him. As he was the heir, he has to show every form of humility to the will of the Goddess.Freya loved the Alpha Heir.He was one of the reasons why she still stayed back with her father's pack.She had contemplated running away several times to find her sister who she had heard was alive, but she always stayed back because she was afraid she'd get expelled from the pack and Damien hating her for it.She was just a year older than him, silently she wished that she would be his mate. If not for anything, for the sake of her patience staying with the pack and for training them.For always proving her strength and saving the pack against the obnoxious elves who always seemed trouble.The day of the rituals came.It was a Sunday in the human realm.The lair was a chamber of shadows, a whole difference to what it was before. It was dimly lit by flickering candlelight that danced upon the ancient stone walls, skulls and skeletons that hung all around the walls which casted eerie shadows that seemed to sway to an unseen rhythm. The air was heavy and filled with the scent of incense and other herbs, weaving tendrils of aromatic smoke that curled and twisted in the warm, musty atmosphere.In the center of the lair, a circular altar stood as the focal point of the ritual space. It was adorned with an array of mystical objects— human eyes that were gorged out of werewolf hunters they had defeated in the past, dried hands of white witches that they had used to conjure up spells to expell them, this depicted their ancient sigils and arcane glyphs.On the edges of the altar, tall candles of black wax burned steadily, their flames casting a soft, ethereal glow that lent an otherworldly aura to the surroundings.Hanging from the ceiling were clusters of brass bells, each one delicately engraved with runes and runes, their metallic chimes echoing softly as if whispering secrets of forgotten times. The bells swayed gently in the faint breeze, adding a musical undertone to the ambient sounds of the lair.They were all bare metals, they were not designed with silver nor good because werewolves hated these and could be killed by inhaling them.On the walls, shelves and alcoves displayed an assortment of fetishes and totems, animal bones, feathers, crystals, and trinkets imbued with mystical significance.The atmosphere hummed with anticipation from the Werewolves who waited for the arrival of the Moon Goddess to know their mates, the energy of the space charged with potent magic awaiting activation. The ritual was about to begin, and the lair pulsed with an electric undercurrent of power, drawing upon the elements and energies gathered within its confines.As the Spirit of the Moon Goddess arrived and prepared to invoke the forces of the unseen realms, the candles flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to dance and writhe in response to the impending ritual. The bells chimed softly, adding their voices to the symphony of arcane sounds, while the fetishes and symbols pulsed with an ethereal glow, signaling the convergence of the mundane and the mystical in the sacred space of the lair.She began to dance. This was her way of communicating with the Oracle's.She danced and danced with white clothings that were sweeping the floor until she fell and in a blink of an eye, all of the candleligts went off.Lunar tattoos began to glow and each werewolf identified with the other that carried their same symbolic markings.Howls could be heard as the werewolves that had chosen mates connected to their partners.It lasted on and on for a while till it stopped and the candleligts came back on.Everyone turned to stare at the heir who stood alone.He had no mate.Their gaze turns to the Moon Goddess, seeking for an answer."On the night of the full moon, you shall get your mate. And then you just find her. Your mate. She would have a crescent moon shaped birthmark"The Moon Goddess said." Freya, you have to help him find her because only you can help him do so" she continued." We need to find her. She is our lost bloodline, we need to find her before our enemies do" she completed.Freya looked at her with hate and bottled anger.She could not answer nor could she question her as no one has ever dared to. Everyone followed her prophecies with total subordination.She felt betrayed, deep within her.A bitter taste of resentment lingered in her heart but she could not show it. She was insignificant anyway m she was just an Omega.As she gazed at Damien, the Alpha Heir whom she had silently always admired and trained alongside for years, a sense of betrayal hit at her soul. The Moon Goddess's decree had placed a burden upon her shoulders, one that she hadn't anticipated nor desired. She was to help him find his mate, a mate that wasn't her, despite her unspoken yearning for him that had gone on for years.Damien's eyes lingered on Freya, his heart heavy with unspoken feelings. As he looked at her, he seemed to sense the uneasiness within her, the conflicting feelings that mirrored his own. He had just come to realize that she was not his destined mate, despite the silent love he harbored for her for so long.Sadness crept into Damien's expression, an action that reflected his realization that their paths were not meant to intertwine in the way he had hoped. He had admired Freya's strength, her courage, and her unwavering dedication to their pack. She was more than just a fellow werewolf; she was his mentor, his confidante, and a beacon of resilience in the face of adversity.For years, Damien had kept his feelings for Freya hidden, buried beneath the responsibilities of his role as the Alpha Heir and the expectations placed upon him by the pack. He had watched her train tirelessly, witnessed her prowess in combat, and admired the fire in her eyes as she faced every challenge head-on.But now, as the truth of the Moon Goddess's prophecy sank in, Damien felt a pang of regret. Regret for not speaking up sooner, for not expressing his feelings when he had the chance. For not telling her before the ritual of the mate seeking had taken place.Perhaps if he had told her, even though she might reject him, at least for a short while, he could have experienced what it was to be with one's true love.But he never did. Fear never let him.Freya watched on as the werewolves that were mated with partners celebrated as they left the lair in groups.She waited behind.If she couldn't question the Moon Goddess in the presence of others, threatening her could solve the problem then. She thought.Kate looked at the clock that was in the living room, something was definitely wrong with Nova.This was the first time she was waking up late for her lessons, the first time she had missed a lesson too considering how she returned late the other night and how she went to sleep immediately.She also reeked of a foreign cologne that wasn't hers neither was it used by her.She had noticed how she went to her room without even checking to see if her grandmother was still up to explain why she returned late not why she missed her demon training.Perhaps she was rebelling. Or was the wolfsbane she had been giving not enough to expell her wolfy features?Was she going to wolf out on her Eighteenth birthday which was a few days coming. Was he going to try finding her roots, forgetting the task which she had been training her.Questions and more swam through out Kate's mind as she wondered what could be wrong with her adolescent granddaughter.Her attention got shifted by Nova's cellphone tha
The Moon goddess walked back to her shrine. The soft glow of her presence resonated and illuminated the leaves of where she walked pass.Her face was covered, no one had seen her face before.She always had a black veil dolled over her face. She had a human shape. She was the one who did.Others could change their figures if need be but they could not be in their human shapes for too long. They usually went back to their normal wolf forms at the dawn of night. But the moon goddess was always in her human form. This made it a little wonder as to how she was able to achieve it and how she could see even with her face she always had dolled up with a black veil that hid her looks.She felt it at first as a faint prickling at the edge of her senses. No one would dare. She thought. Everyone revered her because she beared the Oracle's words to them. No wolf would dare.But then a whisper of caution made her glance around.She could tell because she could notice. Shadows seemed to shift, the
Kate stormed into their home with fury etched all over her face. Without any word, she kept on dragging Nova by her arms till they reached the dimly lit living room of their old, creaky house. Nova stumbled and fell to the floor, not shocked by her grandmother's sudden outburst, it has become a familiar scene. One that replayed too often in their strained relationship.She had witnessed it most times. This scene was always familiar to her, she had grown with it for years and had gotten used to it. Atleast the scars on most parts of her body were testaments of it. It wasn't the first time. In the past when her face etched with this kind of fury, Nova always wondered if she were truly her grandmother or if she was adopted because the punishment's she gave her then made her always want to run away from her."Why can't you ever do anything right?!!" Kate's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. Nova remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floorboards beneath her feet.
Lucien was back at his castle. It had been a long night for him searching for the blood he had heard it's scent to no avail. He was frustrated and annoyed and laid on his bed writhing as he was loosing his strength.The head Sentinel Darian Stormrider, watched him from the window of his room. He had immediately understood what was happening to him and had instructed another sentinel to deliver to the others and bring one of their female breeders for him.When they had brought her, he had pushed her into the room and locked it from the outside, he and the other sentinels had left.The girl had cried her hearts out before she entered the Royal Chamber room, only keeping quiet as she was pushed in, knowing that any noise coming from her would make her have a death more painful than the one her fellow late breeders had encountered in the past.She was just the daughter of one of the breeders, she had been born in the Vampires realm. Her human mother had been brought in when the agreement
Night had fallen when the maids of the Gothic palace had the body of the breeder that had her blood consumed thoroughly cleaned and placed in a sack awaiting Darian Stormrider's orders.As per the norm, he would journey out at night and go meet his spies from the Werewolf realm and give them the body.Even though they were humans too, that didn't bother them anymore as they were not in the same rank as the breeders.They preyed on it. Vampires consumed blood while the werewolves fed on the body, and as a fee for them helping him out as his spies and take tellers from the adversaries kingdom, he always brought the dead body of whatever breeder that had their blood consumed to them.Werewolves had stopped hunting for their human preys ever since the Demon hunters killed one of their own that hunted a human once and wanted to prey on her body.Since then, they had sticked to hunting wild animals of the forest and bushes for consumption.Feeding on the body of a human was a luxury that ex
Nova stared at the moon wishing for hope as she was losing strength. Her powers could not compete with that of her grandmother's.She had tried different psychic ways to make the cage loose but each time, she always failed to break it, and her little strength too. For the past 17 years she had lived with her grandmother, she had always wondered whether her grandmother was really her late mother's mother. She always treated her coldly and this had always left her wondering what situation could have happened to her in the past that made her become this way. This was the second day she had locked her out of the yard. She was inside the cage, under the half Moon, she was weak and feeble.It was possible for her to survive the other days her grandmother had her locked in her room without food. She could bear it because then, she had always had snacks and junks hidden in different corners of her room but now that she was locked outside in the cage with no blanket and nobody to help her
Alpha Heir Damien continued to stare at Freya for a few minutes without saying a word, before he was able to gather courage to speak up."You're going to find her?" He asked."Yes, I will find her for you" she answered with a facade, pretending to stay strong and I bothered about it even though it crushed her insides."How would you find her? Even the moon goddess did not know where she was. Where do you plan to look to find her?" He added, trying so hard to conceal the lace of care In his voice."I plan to look for her in the human realm"" The ... Uhhohh" " I thought the Hunter's were back? Are you not scared of running into them? What if you turn back to a werewolf before you find a shade to hide?" He asked this time around, without hiding the worry in his voice." I am a witch Damien, I might not have the powers of a witch but I am a witch, and can take on my human form for as long as I want" she replied.He looked into her eyes hoping to unmask what she felt or thought but it did
With her gaze locked in to his throbbing member, he watched as her hands slid down her body, one stopped at her breast, the other travelled down further. Her legs opened wider and her fingers slid down her wetness and inside of her own wet hole. She plunged her finger in and out, and he could see the wetness shine from her finger tips. His hand continued up and down his shaft, her eyes fixed on his hand, his eyes fixated on her fingers. They both played with themselves, each inching closer to their own release.Every now and then he would watch as her hand travelled back up and she licked her fingers clean, her eyes would close and a soft moan would escape her lips, then back down between her legs.Once he started to get closer, she looked at his eyes and said soft and breathlessly, "come for me, on me!"He watched as her fingers played and then she lifted her breast and licked her nipple. Between the intensity of his strokes climbing, and the visual excitement he was watching, he wa
Damien's eyes switched from the list he had in them as the ladies took their turns giving his member a mouth job.Still engrossed in the pleasure, he has seen his chief warrior walk up to him in a haste that suggested something being wrong."The Vampires have defeated the Dracula's. They will be heading south next" he had whispered to his ears.His mouth opened and the desire and lust that had filled him before, seemed to sleep out of them as a cold expression took over his face.He pushed the women whom he had held passionately before when they pleasured him away and stood up from the open field he was in.He started walking to the cell. There was only one person to blame. She was the most likely suspect, afterall, only her had a vampire's mark on her neck.The Vampires would be coming to his territory soon. It was in the South and if truly he had defeated the Draculas, then nothing could stop them from heading south anymore.The Dracula's had been in an alliance with the werewolves
Nova watched as the soldiers came to the cell to drag her out.Of course she knew why. The little devil of the Alpha's daughter, Skyla might have accused her of another crime. A crime she didn't commit obviously. A crime she would want to commit but couldn't because she had been locked up in the cell since the morning of the night she had been found and brought back to the pack by her sister.She was only let out whenever the pack had an occasion. That was when she was needed to join the bartenders in serving drinks and wine to the werewolves that had beta blood and a few chosen Omega's ranked high in martial arts or fighting.She had long learnt about the hierarchy system of the pack, afterall she had stayed with the pack for three years now and counting.Excluding her permanent lair which was the cell she was always locked back in, she had grown to tell alot about their lifestyle and how they drank and made merry almost all the time for reasons worth no celebrating.The mate she had
"How many more kingdoms do we have to conquer before we face the South?" Lucien inquired from the sentinel that stood beside him." Twenty or more" he chipped in.They were on a battlefield and the night hung heavy over it. The silence was disrupted by the occasional clash of swords and the cries of the wounded that came from a distance.He stood tall and resolate at the back of his forces awaiting the arrival of the king of the Dracula's he was at war with.He would not desecrate his self ego by engaging in the war with his men without him showing his face.So he waited back at the back while his men faced the opposition at the forefront.His forces were a sight to behold. He had trained them for ages for this, for their vengeance.This was the beginning of their vengeance.Their pale skin and eyes were ablaze with thirst for victory. They wanted victory.They were clad in armors adorned with intricate patterns of blood-red and obsidian.They moved swiftly with deadly grace while so
"She is an omega, I could pick that scent off her body"Damien's eyes hardened." Why must she be an omega" he asked no one in particular." Why did the Oracle's mouthpiece prophecy such for my mate. I can't accept an omega as my mate. What aid can she offer me in war" he continued lamenting." My Alpha, I found it strange but when I cleaned her face to apply ointments on them, I noticed that she looked way familiar. She shares an uncanny resemblance to Freya"" Freya?" He voiced." Yes she, but when I checked for familiar traits or scent, I found none. She only shares a facial resemblance to Freya but she does not have any symbols or scents that are familiar to that of Freya's" he finished.Damien stormed out of his lair and continued walking straight to the Luna's enclave, Nova had been taken to." She looks like Freya, I couldn't believe it when I saw her face" a woman went at the front of the enclave." Perhaps Freya was meant to be the mate of the Alpha heir but because she was a
The buildings of the Johnson's Pack were not difficult for Freya to locate.Inshort they had seemed easy, walking farther into the north forest and their tall ball house would be seen.Stories abound about them, stories that were often told with terror about their cruelty and ruthlessness, and about how their King killed all and any that trespassed his land.She walked up to the entrance that were covered with leaves.A werewolf stepped forward to inquire whom she was and what she had come for.She said nothing but instead brought out a flag from the sides of her dress and showed him.He wasted no time and let her in almost immediately.He beckoned unto another guard to take over his position and he led Freya to the tavern where the other werewolves that had high ranks were gathered.When the door opened, her nostrils were greeted with smells of alcohol and other hot drinks.She noticed some women who were dressed seductively, running around and serving drinks to the men that sat seat
Damien scrutinized the unconscious body that Freya dropped in the middle of the Oracle's shrine.The other werewolves had gathered, all surprised at how quickly she returned from finding the mate of the Alpha Heir.Did she perhaps know him all along, they hushed within themselves."Why does she have bruises all over her body?" He inquired." It appeared that she had been in an altercation with someone before she wolfed out,...... my alpha" she added,, sensing the eyes she was cast by the others who felt her short response insulting to the heir, when she was an omega." I found her in the bushes when she was trying to escape, and brought her in" she added for all that cared to listen.One of the elders walked up to where Nova's body lay. A few females followed him with woven baskets in their hands.He began to apply ointments and balms on her body to treat the stab wounds."Does she give off any scent?" Damien uttered."No my heir, I cannot pick up any scents from her body"" How do w
Freya saw the the symbol on her sister's shoulder.It was glowing in the darkness but wasn't consistent.It went in and off and one couldn't see it unless they came closer to where she sat.It was the Prophesy's mark.Whoever had it was one with the lunar moon and Oracle. Whoever had it was meant to become the most powerful werewolf. It came by once in a thousand years, and was very very rare to find the chosen seed that had it.There it was with her sister. There was the crescent moon symbol on her shoulder. She was the chosen one, she was born under the eclipsing moon.She clenched her fists and stopped midway."Do you want to kill me still?" Nova asked her.She found it weird that she could read her thoughts without any difficulties.It was always hard for her to read her grandmother's, nor that of the man with the crimson eyes she had seen that night.Watching her sister lost in thoughts, she was always quick to grasp whatever it was she said to herself.Freya looked at her with p
Nova was losing herself. Her wolf form was intermittently switching places with her human self, and each time she turned into a wolf, she always felt pains and the desire to kill and prey on fresh meat.She wasn't used to it. She was used to living like a human with her grandmother, consuming beetroots, herbs and some other human food. But the skin her body desired was making her antagonized and crazy.She found a tree and sat under it.She transformed to a werewolf again. She let out a howl. Then she switched to a human again. She could not control herself. She could not control what she turned into.She saw a deer from a corner. She bit her lips, licking it. Then she turned to a werewolf but let out a howl which sent the terrified deer running away for it's life.She turned back to a human. Her human form did not desire fresh meat, and she was thankful she could occasionally still turn into a human. She couldn't imagine herself feeding on the body of a live deer.Still thinking to
The evening had progressed.The sky transitioned from hues of orange and pink to deeper shades of blue and purple as night descended. The world around gradually succumbed to darkness. Amidst this transition, the moon began to make its presence known. At first, a faint sliver appeared in the sky, barely visible against the darkening backdrop. As minutes passed, the moon climbed higher, its glow intensifying with each passing moment. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, occasionally veiling the moon's radiance until it was completely out, shining bright from the sky where it was. Nova watched as it unfolded. It was the least she could do from the cage she was in under the moon.She had seen a full moon before, but something in her told her that this one was different.Drifting from her thoughts, she recalled that it was supposed to be her birthday.It was the day she would turn Eighteen. An adult. But here she was in a cage.She had no friends to celebrate it with,but on other days,