The Royal Castle
Ballroom 9:46 pmThe hall was decorated with beautiful red and white flowers. A slow music playing in the background.
Influential people from packs all around the world have come to attend it. Chatters and laughs being heard every second.
A figure stands there in the centre , sipping an expensive vine. His eyes fixed on the guests surrounded him.
" The latest policy is getting accepted widely Sir. The tax distribution is so rational. All thanks to you Sir! Our pack is doing great."
" It's a pleasure. If anything, I should be thanking you. The Northern borders are safe and you are taking good care of it"
" That's my honour Sir! I am obliged"
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"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm " Ahhhh...ahhhhh" Screams echo in the silent hallways of the werewolf castle. Emerging from behind the closed door where the light of everyone's eyes laid. Her voice made every soul that stood outside the door tremble. Silas's hands were tightly clenched with Emaa's. Volkan was seated with his head in his hand, Grace's hand on his shoulder, while Thora had her eyes closed. Praying to the goddess of the werewolves. While the little kids, Rose and Hades were upstairs in their room, playing. Unaware and kept uninformed of the events going on in the castle. " Push my dear! Push! Come on!" A woman speaks with one hand resting on Alexandria's forehead while the other on
" There was only one man who could destroy him. And that was he, himself." . Dread settles in the werewolf Castle. With no one saying anything. Thaneos' eyes are fixed on his little dove, which is laid dead in his arms. The eyes he saw his world in were closed. Not moving. The body he had worshiped, the skin he had kissed ,each and every inch of it looked dark like it was burned. " No...wake up...wake up...you...you can't leave me! Wake up dammit!" Others try to touch Alexandria, but Thaneos has gone crazy. Pulling her in his arms, he shook her vigorously. Refusing anyone near her. " No! Don't touch her! Wake up little dove! Come on! Look at me! You can't die...you just can't...you are the goddess of light dammit... it's impossible! You can't die like this, Alexandria!" " Look at me! Open your eyes....come on DAMMIT" " Alexandriaaaaaaa!" He roars, holding her face in his palms. Pleading her, begging her. His tears fell down on her face and everyone else just st
Thaneos has killed himself in order to stop the death wolf from rising. Not able to stop the tears, Thora leans her head back on the wall. With the wailing child suddenly going silent in her arms. As if the child's sixth sense has sensed the loss of its parents. She looks down to see beautiful gray eyes looking back into her eyes. And Thora's heart cried, realizing....she just looked like her daughter. The scene when Thora first held Alexandria in her arms in that hut in the forest years back surfaces in her mind. And she couldn't believe that she had found and lost the most precious people in her life in a day. Thora's tears fell on the child's face. As she cried. While everyone rushed inside the room to go still. " No....nooooo!!!" It was the biggest tragedy in werewolf history ever known. Thaneos....the greatest and strongest werewolf in history, was found dead beside the goddess of light...whose body has now turned dark as night. A knife rooted in his own heart by him
" Living was no longer a word in her dictionary. When every breath, every second was counted and borrowed. Surviving was the only way to her life, making her wonder if maybe death could free her of her sorrows. " She doesn't remember how long she lay there unconscious. Closed from the outside world. Only when someone started banging on the door did she wake up. " Open the damned door, dammit! Who is inside?" Running her hand through her hair. Getting up and picking up her stuff, she gulps to approach the door. Her mind was still a little dizzy because of the effect of the medicine. Lowering her hoodie on her face and rubbing her palms on her thighs, she opens up the door to only have female students curse at her, circling around her. " Is this bathroom your bedroom?" " How can you lock it?" " Even others have to use it! It's not your dad's property, dammit!" " S...sorry..." she said, making her way past them. She thought at least now she would have peace. But her ho
Those cold eyes can penetrate your soul, and rip you whole. Those strong hands can crush your bones, without an ounce of remorse. He doesn't harbour weaknesses, he doesn't make friends. Alone yet the strongest, he is the untouchable He is Zander, The Lycan King" Seph's pov I hear my heart thumping in my chest as I push aside people. Eager to reach him. Hades' screams echo in the school house but no one dared to interfere. I reach the front and people move back from me automatically, making efforts to not touch me. Staring at the scene my heart bleeds as I see my brother down on his knees, shifted back to his human form. Blood drops from his nose, his body thrashing to escape the pain but there was no escape. His screams don't seize. The man continues to blankly stare and hurt him.And I had this strange adrenaline rush in me to save him. Without caring about the repercussions. I enter the arena to hear gasps around me. Standing in front of my brother's bloody body I bl
His eyes were like a storm which was sucking me in. Making it impossible for me to pull away from him. I gulp. Blinking. To only feel his grip tighten around my waist. And I suck in a breath as I find my chest flush against his. His beautiful brows were narrowed, his Greek nose perfect as Adonis, a subtle beard covering his hardened jaw. Till now.....I always thought my brother was the most beautiful man of all the men I ever saw. But it seems I was wrong. This man broke all the records. He was stunning but at the same time dangerous. He keeps staring at me intently, not showing any happiness or sadness. Blank of any expressions. And I feel intimidated under his gaze. Blinking, coming back to reality. I avoid his eyes, lowering my gaze, when I hear a low growl literally hammer his chest. Shocked, I looked up to find anger in those brown orbs. Raw. " I...umm...I..." I sprew bullshit. My lips open and close. And then suddenly, as if he was jolted up from a dream. He p
20 minutes later. She felt her heart thud as she stared at her own creation. Running her fingers through the graphite drawing. Not having the courage to turn around and stare at them, live. She looked up at the clock to see 30 minutes were still left. Folding her arms and leaning on the drawing on the table, she just closed her eyes, to hear the chatter in the background. Before she knew it, she was deep asleep. Oblivious of the world. --- Everyone left the room as the bell rang, except him. Closing the door to the classroom shut, he took slow, calculated, firm steps towards the girl asleep on her desk. Settling himself on the chair in front of her desk, he turns around to just stare at the girl. His eyes narrowed at her. He sees her small lips moving, her chest heaving. Taking in every inch of her face with his eyes. Long beautiful eyelashes, a not so wide but not too thin nose, perfect for her round face. Long brown hair. She was not extraordinarily beautiful like t
" What...what did you..." " It's just a hickey. A reminder for you as to who you belong to this second hence." " I don't want any soul to know about this. Understood?" I was expecting this. Hell I am sure he is ashamed to admit me as his. But then why didn't he reject me? Why is he kissing me like that, behaving the complete opposite? It hurts, but then I never had any expectations. He was touching me, which itself was a surprise for me. Before I could even ask him, he retreated. " See you soon Seraphina. And by the way, " Tapping on the drawing on my desk. He smirks to stare into my eyes. Leaning closer, whispering in my ear. " I want you to draw my lips next... imagining how they would feel pressed against these...." Running his thumb on my trembling lips. He completes. " Trembling ones of yours. " " Okay?" I nod, and his eyes grew dark. " Good girl" Picking up my hand from my lap, he kissed my finger to retreat. As if giving me a hint for my next dr
" It was not you,I was scared of. It was your loveBecause I knew you could destroy anything, to get meIncluding yourself." - The moon goddess ........ 68 years later The Human RealmThere is one thing about time, that everyone understimates in their life. And that's its ability to not stop for anyone.Every beautiful thing has to grow ugly one day. Every new thing has to turn old. All the strength has to diminish to nothing one day. AndEvery beginning has to end. Years have passed and the world has grown into a different world now. Werewolves world has grown to be a very strong empire now. But it's no longer secluded and limited. Freedom has set in. Everyone had the right to go and live their life accordingly. Pacts of secrecy have been signed with humans and other species. Where everyone lived in a harmonious multi cultural and multi specie environment. All thanks to the new Empire King. Logan King. " Yes Sir. Everyth
The royal castle was filled today. Guests from different packs and territories were staying over. Lights illuminating the huge place. Flowers lined everywhere. If anything it looked like a festival.With everyone seeming too excited and busy. Maids were running around in the corridor, the kitchen hustling with countless delicacies being prepared. Everything was in a hustle and bustle except for one room. She was sitting in her room silently. Her hands clenched in her lap. Her right leg is shaking in anxiety. And lips getting assaulted by her teeth.Gulping she looks up at her reflection in the mirror, and her anxiety worsens. " It is over... it's definitely over."She repeats ,staring at the make up she thought was caked on her face. Her eyelashes were curled. Coated in a heavy maskara. Lips coated by a bright red lip colour. Cheeks blushed red.Her eyes trail lower to directly settle on her own cleavage. And she gulps. She has never worn something so revealing before. The dress
The Death Wolf’s presence unraveled from Zanders body, dissipating like shadows retreating from the dawn and Zander gasped, his chest rising and falling in agony, yet it wasn’t his pain that consumed him—it was the sight before him.His teary red eyes look around desperately, his bloody hand on his chest, where a dagger had dug.The battlefield was a graveyard of silence. But his eyes locked on a still figure in the distance, her body crumpled where it had fallen. A trail of black blood soaked the earth, pooling around her like a final requiem.“ Se-Sera!”Heratte was dead.She had left her…But does this mean? No.. it can’t be!“ Seraaa!”Zander dragged himself forward, the taste of iron on his tongue, his arms trembling under his weight. The gaping wound in her chest was a hollow void where her heart had once beat. Blood coated her lips, dark as the night that had birthed her soul. Yet even in death, she was striking—a cruel masterpiece of tragedy and ruin.“Sera…” His voice was ho
It had been written in the pages of history that one day, the earth would bear witness to a war between the greatest evil and the greatest good.And the victor would decide if the world would drown in darkness or bask in light.That day had come.The ground trembled beneath relentless quakes, splitting open like the gaping maw of a starving beast. The sky cracked apart in furious flashes, thunder roaring like a god’s wrath. Winds howled with unbridled rage, tearing across the seas and birthing monstrous tsunamis.It wasn’t just here.Chaos bled across the entire planet. Cities crumbled, screams filled the air, and people ran—seeking shelter, praying for salvation.But where was safe when the whole world was breaking apart?The earth and sky raged in unison, their fury mirroring the battle of two forces—the strongest to ever collide, gods and mortals alike caught in the crossfire.“We… we can’t stay here!” Rose cried, stumbling as the ground beneath her shuddered violently. Winds lashe
Soul CoronaA human body in perfect resonance with its spirit. Two halves of the same essence, separated by the cruel expanse of time, destined to reunite.In the spirit world, the concepts of birth and death blur into insignificance. Salvation is rare, a distant whisper. Only by finding its Soul Corona can a spirit break free.The body it was always meant to inhabit.The odds? One in a thousand billion. A near impossibility.It is said that when a spirit is born into its Soul Corona, escape is impossible. That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death.For most, it is a blessing. The ultimate salvation. A key to Ajooni—transcendence beyond the cycle of suffering.But for others, it is a curse. An unshakable shackle.Zander King was the Death Wolf’s Soul Corona.Its final human form.And that was why he could fight it, wrestle back control. No other host in history had ever managed such a feat.Not even Thaneous.A scream tore from Zander’s lips, his eyes flicke
A deadly silence follows in the forest. As everyone stared at the still face of the girl. Including those red eyes. The winds have suddenly stopped blowing, the earth stopped shaking. Everything seemed to come to a deadly silence." Noooooo....noooo!!!"" Seraaaaaa!!!"Thora's and Hades cry echo in the background. They rush forward towards her when suddenly the woman with the cloaks block them. Stopping them. Chorlett " Who are you! Why did you do this!”Thora asks but the man keeps sitting on a rock in a corner. Looking at the scene bored. " Greetings Thora. "" How have you been?"" How dare you touch my sister. I am fuc*ing going to kill you!"Hades steps forward to attack. To only drop on his knees. As Chorlett speak a mantra. Paralysing his body. Rose rushes towards him screaming. Holding up his head to place it in his lap. Cerberus gets up , placing his hands in his pockets. " It would be advisable for you all. If you don't interfere in what's going on. "" Or you are g
Sera’s POVThe ground trembled beneath me, the earth itself shuddering under the force of his presence. Roars echoed, shaking the heavens, as the Death Wolf tossed me around like a rag doll.He had shifted into his true form—a massive black wolf with blood-red eyes that burned like embers in the dark.I had never seen anything like him before. It felt as if the entire world had tilted on its axis at his arrival. Was Mother Nature celebrating his presence or cursing it? I couldn't tell.He threw me into the air again, his claws ripping through my skin, tearing me apart piece by piece. Blood gushed from my wounds, my cries of pain swallowed by the chaos. He showed no mercy, no hesitation. There was no trace of the man I knew—only the monster.I lost track of how long this torment continued. Seconds felt like hours. Pain blurred time.Then, finally, he stopped.I lay sprawled on the cold earth, drowning in a pool of my own blood. The stars above blinked down at me, my vision hazy from th
2000 Years Ago—The Garden of LunarisThe Garden of Lunaris was a sanctuary untouched by war, unmarred by sorrow—a realm so sacred that even time itself seemed to still beneath its silver-lit canopy. The moon’s light cascaded like liquid silk, weaving through the air and caressing the earth with a tenderness only the divine could bestow.Night-blooming jasmine perfumed the air, their pale petals glowing under the celestial radiance. Trees stretched toward the heavens, their branches adorned with luminescent blossoms, shimmering like captured stardust. And among them stood one tree, ancient and wise, its sprawling limbs sheltering two lovers beneath its embrace.Beneath the ancient willow, Thaneous sat, darkness draped over him like a second skin, his arms locked around the very embodiment of light.Serene.Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, strands catching the moonlight as she leaned against him, her laughter soft and melodic, a sound that sent warmth curling through even th
Sera's pov My vision starts turning hazy as the figure continues to devour my blood. A stream of red liquid trails down my neck to wet my shirt. Clenching the metal clanks holding my wrist,I continue to scream. As with each second the pain in my body only intensifies. " Ahhhhhh nooooooo...nooooooooo!" No one came to help. And how will they? The entire castle has been evacuated and the one man I trusted the most. Zander. Was the very one doing it. I understood one thing clearly....he was not in his senses. The death wolf has taken over his body. Or he would have never done something like this. " No...stoppppp.... pleaseeeeeeee" To my surprise the beast stops. Pulling back and I look at his face through my hazy vision. His lips were covered with my blood, eyes blood red and a feral look prominent in his eyes. Moving his lips on his canines,I shiver when I see him fanning his lips on my face. " I am...I am not her...I am not Heratte -" I try to speak. But the