When an Alpha of a pack has two sons on the same day, a duel will be held, and the winner of the fight becomes the next Alpha. Ash, a fiery Omega maid was at the arena, carrying out her duties when she perceived the most pleasant smell ever, "Mate!" Her wolf growled inside her. Not caring about the punishment she would suffer, she abandoned her duty post and followed the smell... She was astonished and stopped with fear when she saw her mate was one of the Quinn brothers. The infamous Viking Devil that drinks beer from the skulls of those he had killed... Their eyes locked and he whispered to her. "Mate!" They walked towards each other. But instead of claiming her like he should, he walked past her to embrace another she-wolf behind her. Her sworn enemy. "Mate!" Her heart thudded painfully when she heard them say to each. It was a conspiracy that began decades before they were both born. A conspiracy they were determined to unravel or die trying.
View More"I saved us!? How did I do that!?" I ask in disbelief since I don't remember doing anything but cry."We lost our powers. He was separated from the rest of us. The witch's plan was for me to watch him die a painful death and all I remember doing was cry. So how did I do it? How did I save us?"You screamed..." Lily replies I frown"That was it!?... I just screamed?" I ask not understanding how that helped save people's lives."Yes!" Ella says with excitement." You screamed and combusted!..." My eyebrows shots up in surprise as I continue to listen to her talk"The General told us all about it. He said it's one of your abilities. Besides, I was there that day when Alpha Elias asked about your powers and you told us what happened when you screamed in anger once."That was the day Miranda and the Council police came to arrest me. "That was what saved us!? And I combusted!?" "Yes! You screamed and burst into blue flame. They all flee. Fighting to escape the agonizing pain your screa
Ash's POV "Come on, babe! You can do it!" Thor softly says behind me. "Control is in the mind, remember? You control your powers with what your mind will and wish for. It will do what you ask it to do. It will harm or kill anyone you wish to harm or kill." "But I'm trying!" I shout with frustration. "I'm trying but it's not working!""Try harder!" I hear Granduncle Beowulf's firm voice say. "You're Goddess Sif. The chosen one of our House Howell. You're also a Lycan so give it your all! Try harder!""If you want to do it then you have to stop panicking so you can be able to concentrate." My mom's gentle voice takes over from Granduncle Beowulf. "Calm down. Relax and try to breathe through it. You can do it. I believe in you. Breathe my darling, breathe..." "Okay!" I say, nodding my head as I take deep breaths in before letting it out slowly. "I am Lycan. I am Goddess Sif. I am the chosen one of House Howell. I can do it. Control is in the mind...Control is in the mind...Cont
My eyes widen when the ground drops from underneath everyone right before my eyes. Or should I say they're floating above the ground? What is this? What is happening all of a sudden?I look around me and realize, no, not everyone, just the werewolves! The wereapes and hybrids are standing firmly on the ground while the werewolves float above it.Wait, I'm a werewolf. Why am I not floating with the others? Why am I the only one standing with our enemies?And why is everywhere this quiet all of a sudden? What happened to the mighty growls and groans? Come to think of it, they didn't just stop growling and groaning; they're motionless. They look frozen in place? "Thor!" I hear my name and my heart skips a bit with apprehension.Ash. I would recognize that voice anywhere. I suspected they wouldn't be able to stop her. Now she's here. God, why does she have to be here now that everything is turning upside down? My eyes search among the crowd of werewolves above the ground until I see
Thor's POVThe outcome of a battle could be decided by various factors which include the skill of the commanding officers, the numbers and experience of the warriors, the instruments and weapons used, the battleground, the weather conditions... and so onMind you; I said 'could be.' No one can predict the outcome of a war. Even if you get all your ducks in a row before the battle or your warriors are already having the upper hand during the battle, unexpected circumstances can suddenly turn the tide and fuck things up for you. Back in Denmark duels and battles between packs are the norm. It's a way to expand our territories, establish honor, and settle disputes. I've fought in many battles in the fifteen years I stayed with my uncle but none as crazily wild as this. A few minutes into it, I realized despite all the training we've had, we're still far from ready. Werewolf vs Wereape is a fair fight. Werewolf vs. hybrid is death sentence, especially for the nonoriginals among us. I
What the hell! I shockingly gaspIt's not a wereape child. It's a human! A human child wearing a wereape costume! My eyes narrow in disbelief when I see more hybrids coming out from behind her. Like, they're literally coming out of thin air. When Eric and Lily opened their portals, I saw the air shimmered before the space opened and widened into a hole big enough for multitudes to pass through. This is just plain space. More of them are coming out of plain, space! I whirl around, looking for Lily, but I don't see her anywhere.The only human form I see driving a dagger into a wereape's heart is a stranger. A black woman that reminds me of a character in a famous movie series. Oh, yes. Ancient witches take the form of another when their identity is exposed or they don't want to be exposed."Lily!" I growl over the chaotic howls and growls around us and the woman turns to look at me."Lily?" I questioningly call again to double sure and she smiles. Hurrying to me as she wipes her bl
The air reeks of blood, burnt flesh, and the sickening stench of dark wolves. Mighty growls and snarls reverberate all around me, filling my head with vivid images of the battle raging nearby.Even though my Lycan is running fast and hard, the loose beach sand slows me down, making it feel as if I'm running in slow motion. Damn, dunes! And damn Thor for sending me to the farthest part of the beach where hills of sand are molded everywhere.My heart beats wildly inside my chest. It's not only because I'm extremely anxious though. It's mostly because I'm feeling my mate's emotions– rage, fear, frustration, desperation... This makes me wonder, if the mighty Thor is feeling this way, then doesn't it mean the apes have the upper hand?I stumble and growl out in pain when I suddenly feel a sharp unbearable pain on my right flank. I touch the place and subconsciously look down at my hand. What was I expecting to see? Blood? I wonder.Almost immediately, I feel another ripping pain on my l
The moment I rise to follow the rest a strong hand holds me back. I turn to look at the person and I see Thor looking down at me, clearly looking worried. I wonder if he had been behind me all this while. I couldn't have known since our essence had been masked by Lily so the enemies wouldn't be able to smell our presence.I try to switch my grim expression into a smile but I'm not sure I manage to successfully pull it off. "Baby, we...""Do you remember what we talked about when I got my Thor power?" He hurriedly asks, cutting me off mid-sentence I frown, trying to recall that particular conversation "About control?" I ask He nods"Yes, about control. You're Goddess Sif. The chosen one of House Howell and a Lycan. If the time comes then don't be afraid to summon and use your powers. Control is in the mind. You control your powers with what your mind will and wish for. It will do what you ask it to do. It will harm or kill anyone you wish to harm or kill, you understand me!?" H
"We need more men. Preferably, originals." I say and look at Ash,"Babe, apart from your mom, who and who do you think we can really trust in House Howell with this? I mean, are they really as close as I heard? Does everyone have the same mindset? Are they on the same page?" I ask.I just had to ask because even though I heard the Howells are a close-knit family, I can't risk letting the wrong person(s) find out secrets like Eric's newfound powers and leaking the news to the wrong ears.She nods."Judging by how they behave towards each other, I guess they are. I'm sure my mom wouldn't have let her siblings know I'm the chosen one if there was any trust issue between them. I will call right now and tell her what's going on so she can quickly make the arrangements." She says, immediately opening her purse to get her phone."Good," I reply. "Remember, we need those that have fully mastered their fire abilities." I say with emphasis laid on 'fully mastered' She nods, "They're all not
"Guys go help him here!" I tell Henrik and Bear. It was kinda funny to see him all sprawled on the ground like that, struggling to get up like a drunk but I try not to laugh. He wanted to find out how safe the dome is! I guess he did it to know if his mate was truly safe under it. He's lucky to be alive. When I was protected under the dome, I saw how the ape hybrids that tried to approach me were thrown and instantly killed. I wonder why he's not dead. Surely it couldn't be because the dome I was protected under was stronger than the one Lily made or could it? It couldn't be. Lily is an ancient witch, more powerful than Aunt Liv. I turn to look at her and it seems she reads the thoughts going through my mind."I thought that might happen, so I built it without the killing spell. It's dangerous to build a spelled dome without warning the people around of how dangerous it is. He's badly stunned but he will be alright. Don't worry about it."I nod"Thank you for being thoughtful," I s
I hate daytime. The rise of the sun which usually brings some level of joy to others has only brought sadness to me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while getting physically abused in the process, till late in the evening when most pack members finally retire to bed. What makes it worse is that my body is not strong enough to withstand the magnitude of pain they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themse
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