Flameheart"Well, well, well! If it isn't the almighty business magnate. Unfortunately, once you are behind these walls, you are nothing but a brat to me! Lock him up, fellas. We will take his statement right there in the interrogation room "A buff man with a buzz cut and two eyes with different colors sneered as he addressed me. The left eye was grey whilst the right eye was green. All I did was stare him down and smirk. I did not have time to deal with a small fry like him. He may be the boss at his precinct but that is where his authority ends. However, as I passed through him, I caught a whiff of his word scent. "He is no ordinary human!" I heard my wolf's warning but I had also figured that out. Nonetheless, I remained stoic and acted as if I did not notice anything wrong with him. Seeing their superior, the policemen who came to arrest me had a renewed zeal. Especially the potbellied one. He even mustered up the courage to shove me in the direction of the interrogation room.
FlameheartLike a predator eyeing its prey, I watch as the four buff men walk into the interrogation room. In their hearts, I am sure that they are thinking that I walked right into their trap. What they do not realize is that I have them right where they should be. I feigned ignorance when I heard them instructing that human cop called Dawson to turn off the interrogation room surveillance cameras. They have just done precisely as I anticipated. They want what happens in this room to go unnoticed. Very well then. I also want everything to remain unrecorded. Let us see who will get the upper hand after this. "Shut the door and take out the tools, Fiend. Let us see just how long his arrogance will last." The guy they called chief asks the buff guy with a clean-shaven head. The name alone gets me riled up. Who bears such a wicked name? That name is enough to send shivers down the spine of any normal being. However, if they thought they could spook me, then they have made a wrong
Flameheart "Not so fast, punk! This is just the tip of the iceberg. How can you give up so easily? Aren't you the almighty Flameheart? Tell me then why you are so faint-hearted?" The three other idiots let out hearty guffaws when their chief says this. I clench my teeth in rage but that is all I can do for now. I will let them have their fun for now. Once I break out of this, they will wish they never crossed my path. Not able to bear their vile sneers, I shut my eyes tightly and remain quiet. However, my desired peace is short-lived because my head starts hurting as if there are millions of ants crawling around in my brain. To add on, my fingernails hurt like crazy. The pain extends to my palms as well as my wrists. Honestly, I do not know how much longer I can endure this without losing my mind. The moment my head starts hurting, my ears start leading. However as the pain intensifies, I feel tears begin to stream down my face. Frustrated, I snap my eyes open, hoping to stop the
Flameheart As soon as I say this, they all jump up in fright. Unfortunately, it is too late for them. I have figured out their tricks and they will not work on me again. If they want to put me in trouble, then they have to change their approach or even raise their torture methods a notch higher. After a momentary hesitation, the four of them start laughing again. "Mutt, do you think that just because you can move you can scare us? Take a good look at your surroundings before you spew such irrational nonsense! Ha! Do you honestly think you are still at the precinct?" Phantom is the first to regain his composure and arrogance. His questions startle me for a moment, but a part of me thinks that he is just trying to make me feel dejected. However, the next thing he does leaves me shell-shocked. With a wave of his hand, the whole place changes. I am certainly no longer in the local police precinct. Instead, this place is far more terrifying than that dingy interrogation room. There ar
Flameheart I do not know how long I have been unconscious but from how my body feels exhausted, it must have been just for a short while. "You cannot escape so easily, mutt! There is no way we are going easy on you. Wake up, dammit! You have to endure this. We will not allow you to cause us to doubt our master!" The fiend has just confirmed my suspicion. It seems like I just blacked out just for a little while. These demons are not giving me any opportunity to breathe. Although I am fully conscious now, I refuse to open my eyes. Not because Phantom's true form scares me. The truth is, I have already passed the initial shock. I am more afraid of the repulsion it will cause me than fear. His form is disgusting and makes my stomach lurch. I am more afraid of puking from disgust and I doubt that these guys would clean up the vomit. Therefore, it is safer not to open my eyes no matter what happens. Besides, they have just given me an idea. They believe in their master too much and
FlameheartThe Elite Alliance are just pawns in a game of chess. I doubt if they even know how vile their leaders or backers are. If they had even an ounce of the information, they certainly would shit their pants. But why should I care? They made their decision and they would never heed my warning anyway. Even if I were to tell them what I just experienced, they would certainly classify me as eccentric and downright mad. No one, not even my mate would believe me. The only people I know would believe me are Gunther and Arthur. They know me well and they know I would never cook up such a story. This world is surely full of surprises! Grabbing my jacket, I turn towards Dawson and ask, "Are you sure that I am free to go?""Yes, yes, Mr. Flameheart. The ladies called and said that they made a mistake. They have finally found the guy and you two look quite alike. He has agreed to take responsibility. They also extended their regret and they asked for your forgiveness." Dawson clarifies.
Flameheart The chief's two distinct eyes, grow a size bigger when I tell him of the impending chaos. He is bewildered because nothing makes sense to him. This also confirms that he truly had nothing to do with all this. I am happy that I did not misjudge him from the beginning. "Can I get you anything to drink, chief...?" "Fletcher. Donald Fletcher." "Well, nice to meet you, Donald. You already know my name. Can I get you a scotch, then?" "Sure, thanks!" Donald nods as he readily agrees. I cannot blame him. Even I am stupefied by everything that happened. I need a strong drink to calm my nerves as well as my rage. I cannot risk my alpha aura seeping out and affecting innocent people. I am mad at myself for falling prey to those idiots. Because of that, I missed spending time with my kids. Even if I were to rush home now, it is past bedtime already. I missed the first six years of their life and I vowed to make it up to them. Now, some idiots took away that precious opportunity
Flameheart"Chief Fletcher, I guess you now know the kind of deranged criminals you are dealing with. Since you already believe in magic, I suggest you call someone to fortify the precinct. Else, every one of your subordinates will fall prey to these cunning idiots."I watch Donald closely as the wheels turn in his head. After a while, he blows a deep breath and shrugs. He is a wise man and it will not surprise me if he is somehow gifted. The mere fact that he managed to understand that whatever happened earlier on, could have been sorcery, makes him the wisest human I have ever met. "Chairman Flameheart, thank you so much for acting quickly, with my subordinates. However, will the medical intervention alone be enough to save them? From the way I saw it, Dawson collapsed when he wanted to speak. Which means a curse must have been placed on all of them. How are we to help them if that's the case?""That is why I suggested that the doctor gives some sort of medication that will erase t
Author's POV Years later, Flameheart stood atop a majestic mountain, the winds whipping gently around him as he gazed out over the sprawling lands of the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack. The terrain below was a breathtaking panorama of lush forests, rolling hills, and glistening rivers that danced in the sunlight. It was a land transformed, flourishing under the care and unity of their pack.Beside him stood Athena, her presence as grounding as the earth beneath their feet. Her hair flowed in the breeze, catching the light like spun gold, and her eyes sparkled with a fierce pride that made Flameheart’s heart swell. Their children played nearby, their laughter echoing through the valleys like a sweet melody, a sound that filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy.“Look how far we’ve come,” Athena said, her voice filled with emotion, as she watched their children chase each other, their spirits as wild and free as the wind. “From the ashes of our struggles to this beautiful life we’ve
Flameheart A grand ceremony was held to celebrate my victory over Ambrosia, and the atmosphere crackled with excitement and reverence. The air was thick with anticipation as beings of all kinds gathered under the twilight sky, their diverse forms shimmering in the fading light. Witches in flowing robes, vampires with their elegant demeanor, and shifters radiating raw energy filled the clearing, creating a vibrant tapestry of unity. Lanterns adorned with intricate designs hung from trees, casting a warm glow that illuminated the faces of the gathered crowd.I stood at the center of it all, flanked by Athena and our children, who beamed with pride. The sight of my family brought a swell of emotion to my chest. “Today, we honor not just my triumph, but the resilience of our pack,” I proclaimed, my voice ringing out clear and strong, echoing through the gathering. My gaze swept across the crowd, taking in the hopeful faces and the understanding nods. “Our future shines bright because of
Author's POV With the pack thriving, Flameheart and Athena stood atop a newly built platform, a sturdy structure crafted from timber and stone that overlooked the gathering of their kin. The platform symbolized not only their resilience but also the promise of a brighter future. Below them, the landscape was alive with energy; the air buzzed with excitement as pack members animatedly shared visions for their future, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus of hope.Flameheart surveyed the crowd, a sea of familiar faces, each one reflecting the journey they had undertaken together. He felt a swell of pride in his chest, knowing how far they had come. “Unity is our strength,” he declared, his voice booming with conviction, resonating through the assembly. “Together, we will forge alliances with the other factions, witches, vampires, shifters. Our diversity is our power.” The words hung in the air like a promise, igniting a fire within the hearts of those who heard him.Athena sto
Athena Under the twinkling stars, I stood by the tranquil lake, the moon casting a silvery glow that danced across the water’s surface. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a soothing rhythm, and the cool night air carried the fragrance of blooming night jasmine, filling me with a sense of calm. Here, I felt Seraphim’s spirit, gentle yet powerful, enveloping me in a warm embrace, whispering secrets of strength and wisdom that transcended time.“Athena,” Seraphim’s voice resonated through the night air, ethereal and comforting, “All your children are destined for greatness. Embrace the gifts they will inherit.” The words echoed in my heart, igniting a fire of determination within me. I closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of that connection to wash over me. It was a bond that transcended the physical realm, a reminder that I was never alone. The legacy of my ancestors flowed through my veins, a lineage of strength and resilience.As I turned, I found Flameheart a
Flameheart With the sun setting in a blaze of colors, the pack gathers for a moment of reflection. I lead them in a howl that echoes through the valleys, a sound that speaks of our struggles, our victories, and our unyielding hope for the future. As the howls intertwine, I feel a surge of determination. We will thrive, we will remember, and we will rebuild our legacy together. I know that as long as we stand united, no darkness can extinguish the flame of our spirit.As the last echoes of our howls fade into the twilight, the pack settles into a serene silence, the kind that often follows a shared moment of unity. I also feel the weight of our collective experiences hanging in the air, a reminder of both the past and the promise of the future. I turn to Athena, who is standing beside me, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun.“Do you think they’ll remember this day?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Athena nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “They
FlameheartAs dawn breaks over the remnants of the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack territory, golden rays illuminate the scars of battle, now slowly healing. The landscape, once a chaotic tableau of destruction, is beginning to show signs of renewal. Flames that ravaged the forest have given way to budding green shoots, and vibrant wildflowers, like nature's confetti, celebrating the resilience of life. I stand amidst the pack, encouraging them as we work together to mend our home. My heart swells with pride as I witness the determination in their faces, each member embodying the spirit of renewal.“Every brick we lay, every tree we plant, is a step towards our future,” I declare, my voice unwavering, resonating with the strength of my conviction. I can see the weariness in their eyes, but it is overshadowed by the glimmer of hope. Athena joins me, her presence a comforting balm against the morning chill. Her hair catches the sunlight, shimmering like spun gold, and her smile radiates
Flameheart With the crumbling of the desolate realm, I ignore my fatigue and injuries as I cradle Athena in my arms, feeling the weight of her exhaustion against me. Her body is limp and the glow of her powers is still flickering like a dying ember after the fierce confrontation with Ambrosia.With each step I take towards the portal, I feel a mixture of relief and anxiety tightening around my heart. Luckily, the desolate realm, wit its twisted shadows and haunting silence fades behind us but the dread of what might have been looms large in my mind. My heart skips a beat as I glance down at her pale face. What if she hadn’t awakened in time? What if I had lost her to that malevolent witch? The thought slices through me, cold and merciless. I can never bear the idea of a world without her, of standing alone against the darkness that threatened to engulf us both. “Athena,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “Please, hold on. We’re almost there.” As I appro
Author's POV The air was thick with anticipation as Flameheart stood tall beneath the silvery light of the moon, flanked by his elite warriors. Shadows cloaked them, their armor glinting like starlit skies against the darkened landscape. Each warrior was a master of their craft, trained to fight in perfect harmony, ready to unleash the fury they had held back for far too long.“Prepare yourselves!” Flameheart's voice sliced through the stillness, firm and resolute. “We strike at dawn!” With a synchronized nod, the warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, the tension palpable. The plan was set; they would launch a surprise attack on Ambrosia and Damon’s hideouts, striking at the heart of their malevolence before the first light of day could reveal their presence.As the attack commenced, chaos erupted in a symphony of clashing steel and anguished cries. Flameheart watched as his warriors moved like shadows, swift and deadly, cutting through the minions that had stood guard. T
Flameheart The moon is hanging high in the night sky, bathing the New Royal Crescent Moon Pack’s sanctuary in a silvery glow. Whilst I'm lying restless in my bed, my thoughts are tangled in a web of worry and determination. The recent reports of Ambrosia and Damon’s relentless rampage are weighing heavily on my heart, and sleep has eluded me, leaving me tossing and turning in the soft sheets.In the depths of my weary mind, I feel the call of a vision, a whisper from the Moon Goddess, that is beckoning me towards understanding. Suddenly, I am was enveloped in darkness, standing in a realm where the screams of the innocent echoes around me. The sight is horrifying. I clearly see Ambrosia and Damon, their forms twisted with malevolence as they unleash their fury upon humans and werewolves alike.“Flameheart!” The Moon Goddess’s voice breaks through the chaos, her presence both calming and commanding. “You must not engage with them openly, or innocent lives will be lost.”Frustration s