Master Hans Aiden wonders why all these threats from the witches and vampires don't seem to faze me. The truth is, I know how powerful he is. He just has not realized his full strength yet. Once he does, even the thousand year old vampire king is a small fry to Flameheart. We have been told of the strength of his wolf. It was like folklore when we were growing up. He is meant to be the greatest and most powerful healer in all of the supernatural realms. If I always provide answers for him, he will never grow. He has to reach a point where he can at the very least, desire to find answers by himself. This is the first strike from his enemies. They are not sure if he is the dreaded Lycan king or just a powerful human. This is an attempt to force his true identity out. How he will handle this crisis will show them who he really is. They have used silver and wolfsbane infused with dark magic to attack the sub-pack in Sunshine City. I am not worried about any fatalities. None of th
Flameheart Whoever the fucking greaseball is behind the poisoning of my people, is going to have it from me. I will not spare any of them, once I find out their identity. Although I managed to abate the effects of the poison, I am still pissed off at their audacity. No one dares to hurt those loyal to me and get away with it. My name is Flameheart. A reborn alpha and a formidable business magnate. Once I set my mind on anything, I only rest once it has been accomplished. They better not have anything to do with the corporate world. If they do, I am going to ensure that they go bankrupt within the blink of an eye. To top it off, I will buy their shares at the lowest price ever. Then they will have to watch me acquire all their companies and enjoy the glory. Bloody idiots! After attacking their businesses, I will hunt them down one by one and sink my fangs in their bloody necks and sever their heads. My wolf, Emberwing, agrees with me and he cannot wait to shred the idiots that dar
Flameheart Once I reach Blue Bay Villa, I rush to the study, in search of Arthur. I have a lot of stuff to discuss with him that I hope he would shed some light on. I find him sitting in the study alone and the twins are not in sight. My first reaction is panic. "Uncle Arthur, where are the twins?" I ask him and he smiles. "Sleeping. They are exhausted but I love their enthusiasm. They are eager to learn more about their identity. You should have seen how happy Sapphire was, to know that she is an actual princess. Tell me, why are you in such a hurry? Is anything bothering you? How did it go at the hospital?" The way he asks me shows that he knows something. For a moment, I wonder if maybe, Gunther told him what happened at the hospital. He has this knowing look in his eyes that quite honestly, is unnerving. This old man seems to know more than any other werewolf I have met. It is as if he has a discerning eye. A gift of seeing things beyond others. Pulling a chair, I sit d
Flameheart After his angry outburst, Arthur stomps out of the study and bangs the door. I know that he is seething mad but his anger is justified. He has ordered me to read up on the books he gave me a while ago and I intend to do that. Sometimes I wonder just who the Alpha king is, between the two of us. There are times that he orders me around as if I am beneath him. However, his behavior does not bother me much. I understand him quite well. To him, I am like his own child. He considers me a son and does not shy away from reprimanding me when I mess up. He has been and will always be like a father to me. After all, he gave me a new lease on life. Had Arthur not risked his life to sneak me out of the werewolf realm, I might have perished the same day that I was brought into this world. Hence, the reason why I respect him is the same way a son should respect his father. Irrespective of my status as the alpha king, I will always seek Arthur's counsel. Like an obedient child, I
Flameheart It took me a while to get over everything that had transpired. I could barely wrap my head around it all. How did that journal find its way into my study? This question kept popping up but I had no befitting explanation for it. Although it spooked me, I could not suppress the happiness it brought me. Something tells me that the universe is rallying behind me and my kind. It is a known fact that werewolves are the guardians of the universe. Among all the supernatural beings, only werewolves have a functional conscience. The rest of the lot is either cowardly or straight-up sold their souls to the devil. Humans are considered the weakest of all the dwellers of the universe. Therefore, they are targeted by every other race. The witches use them for their unending experiments. Whereas the vampires use humans for a meal. When it comes to vampires, they are sneaky and cowardly. Despite their super speed and strength, they like to hunt the weakest prey. What is even more
Flameheart After establishing AlaSaph pharmaceuticals, everything was smooth sailing. Athena soon let her presence be felt in the business world. She was known as the most beautiful and cold female president ever. What baffled me was even though she appeared in public, none of her family members recognized her. It seemed as if they had utterly erased her existence from their memories. I could understand if her siblings and stepmom could not recognize her, but I expected her father to at least have an inkling of who she was. No doubt, she had grown into a much more beautiful woman, and her features had slightly changed. Albeit not so much that her kin would fail to recognize her. Nonetheless, that worked perfectly well for all of us. No one knew her and therefore, it took them time to investigate her. Since Athena launched AlaSaph, there have been no mishaps at all. If anything, everything seems to be going smoothly, thanks to the unique medicine that Arthur has been producing.
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
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