The hunt beginsI got to the forest and started using my hunting skills to tracks down Stacie. I was navigating the forest like a tiger – stealthy and extremely quiet. You could not even hear me breathe. I soon got to a clearing, in the midst of it stood an ancient looking stone altar with it’s surface covered with strange glowing runes. Stacie was tied; hands and feet with her eyes blindfolded directly beside the stone altar. Surprisingly there was no sign of any werewolf at the scene. Maybe I should have called my mom for help. I stood there in the shadows, calculating my next line of action.After some minutes of contemplation, I decided to take the risk and attempt rescuing her, I went in with speed and caution. I knelt in front of her and then untied her hands and removed her blindfold. Because of the fear she was Feeling before now and the relief after she felt after seeing me, she hugged me and kissed me briefly before she started sobbing and punching me.“What took you so long
The hunt begins II *** Omniscient P.O.V. ***After all that happened at Hoia Baciu, Claud just went back to his mom at verdant. He knew that he had no other home to return to anymore so he had no choice but to go back to her. “You’re back early,” Tara said. “What’s wrong? You look blue.”“Sta…Sta..” Claud sobbed a little bit before finally finding his words. “Stacie’s dead mom.”“Oh my God!” Tara exclaimed in disbelief as she rushed towards Claud to comfort him. “What happened? Was she sick? Was there an accident? You’re not talking Claud, What was it? Talk to me, I’m your mother.”“It was forest werewolves mom.” Claud started. “They kidnapped her to lure me out and even though I climbed on the altar to help them create better hybrids, they still killed her.” “You climbed on the altar?” Tara started. “Hope they didn’t succeed.”“They didn’t succeed in removing my powers but unfortunately for them, activated my other powers.” Claud said, his voice still breaking. “So I killed
The Hunt Begins III It was still late at night, the moon, a thin crescent casting a ghostly pallor over the silent city streets. Claud moved with effortless stealth, his steps silent as he navigated the labyrinth of rooftops and fire escapes. His senses heightened, attuned to every sound and scent that whispered through the urban landscape. The air carried the faintest hint of impending rain, mingling with the sharp tang of metal and concrete. Finding a vantage point high above the city, Claud settled onto the edge of a weathered rooftop. From this perch, he had a commanding view of the abandoned warehouse district below. His eyes scanned the scene meticulously, searching for any sign of movement or disturbance. In the distance, beyond the city’s edge, lay the outskirts where the forest stretched its dark fingers into the urban sprawl. Below, in the shadowy recesses of the warehouse district, Claud glimpsed movement-dark shapes darting between buildings with predatory grace. The
AlliesThe moment Lupa saw the glow in Claud’s eyes, she knew he was a forest werewolf and fear surged through her. Without a second thought, she attacked, drawing water from fire hydrants and the humid night air, lashing out at him with fierce torrents.Claud moved with effortless grace, dodging her attacks with a fluidity that spoke of his superior strength and agility. He anticipated her moves, sidestepping and evading each watery strike with ease. Lupa’s desperation grew with each failed attempt, her fear driving her to press on.Finally, Claud decided to end it. With a swift, calculated movement, he retaliated, using his superior strength and elemental control to knock Lupa out cold. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Claud stood over her for a moment, catching his breath, then hoisted her limp body over his shoulder. He moved quickly through the darkened streets, heading towards the outskirts of the town where the forest loomed. The trees welcomed him, their shadows mergin
Allies IIThe second werewolf turned, confusion turning into fear. Before he could react, an invisible force grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him into the darkness. His desperate claws scratched at the ground, but he was no match for the unseen power that whisked him away. Another thud, and silence enveloped the forest once more.The last werewolf, now fully aware that something was picking them off one by one, spun around wildly, eyes wide with terror. He crouched into a fighting stance, every muscle tense, ears straining to catch any sound. The shadows seemed to close in around him, and he could barely see beyond the trees.Then, with a swift movement, Claud emerged from the darkness, his eyes glowing with an intense, eerie light. The werewolf’s growl turned into a gasp as Claud moved with lightning speed, a blur in the dim light. A quick, precise strike to the neck and the werewolf slumped to the ground, unconscious like the others.Breathing steadily, Claud stepped into the moo
AdversaryThe sun was up, and so was Lupa. The early morning light filtered through the narrow window of the hidden ground floor basement, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Outside, the weather was perfect—clear skies with a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and brought in the fresh scent of pine and earth.Lupa stretched, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. Standing at 5’4”, Lupa moved with a grace that belied her strength. Her brown hair, slightly tousled from sleep, framed her face in soft waves, catching the light and hinting at the reddish undertones that came alive in the sunlight. Her silver eyes, striking and unusual, reflected the room’s dim light, adding an ethereal quality to her gaze.Tara had prepared the room meticulously, ensuring Lupa had everything she needed. The small but cozy space was well-furnished, with a comfortable bed, a wooden dresser, and a
Adversary II From the shadows, a figure sprang into action. Lupa, her eyes gleaming with determination, hurled herself at the demon. She drew upon her water powers, summoning streams of liquid from the nearby fire hydrants. The water surged and swirled around her, forming a dense fog that enveloped the street. The demon thrashed and howled, disoriented by the sudden mist. Lupa used the cover to her advantage, guiding Tara and the woman away from the immediate danger. Claud, though weakened, managed to stagger after them, his senses dulled but his resolve unbroken. The fog thickened, obscuring their movements as they retreated. The demon, blinded and enraged, lashed out wildly but could not find its prey. Lupa led them through the winding streets, using her powers to maintain the cover and ensure their escape. They reached their base, a hidden entrance opening before them. Tara guided the woman inside, her control unyielding despite the chaos. Lupa and Claud followed, the latter
Plan BLupa felt like she was melting as she felt his lips press against hers. She wasn’t really crushing on him but always thought he was good looking. His muscular appearance and stature was one of the things she loved seeing in a man. While kissing her, he held her neck and from there, worked his way down to put his hand inside her bra. He felt her boobs in his hands and squeezed it lightly. He moved his lips from against her lips and started kissing her neck. He kissed his way down from her neck while slowly undressing her. He took off her shirt, revealing the black bra she wore. She was really busty so her boobs were finely shaped inside the bra. He looked her in her eyes before proceeding to remove her bra. He removed her bra and started sucking on her tits. She started moaning. The pleasure she was currently feeling was nothing like she had felt before. Always being on the run meant that she never got the chance to stay guard down in bed with a man. Claud was the first man to
As Seraphiel and Orionis floated into the sky, Orionis glanced at Seraphiel with curiosity. “Why didn’t you take away Damien’s powers? That was the price for Matilda’s life, wasn’t it?”Seraphiel smiled, his gaze fixed on the stars above. “I saw something in him. There’s no one more deserving of the title of the chosen one than Damien.”Orionis chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “I suppose you’re right.”“Just don’t tell Astrid yet. I hate it when she’s right. She’ll rub it in my face.”With that, the two celestial beings ascended higher, their forms disappearing into the night sky, leaving behind only the faint shimmer of their presence.The wind was harsh against Damien’s face as he walked back home. The air heavy with the scent of rain. The sky was an inky black, clouds hanging low, blotting out the moon and stars. A faint drizzle started to fall, tapping lightly on the ground, and he pulled his coat higher on his shoulder. His boots crunched against the gravel as he strolled
The end?The family of four walked slowly through the familiar streets of Riverdale, but this time, it all felt different. The trees seemed taller, the air crisper, as if the town itself had transformed while they were gone. Claud glanced at the cobblestone streets, feeling a sense of nostalgia pull at him. It was as if each house they passed, each flower blooming in a neighbor’s yard, held a memory waiting to be rediscovered. Lupa’s hand brushed against his, her eyes flicking around, taking it all in with a quiet smile. They hadn’t been gone for long, not even up to a week but somehow, coming back made it feel like an eternity had passed.Damien, walking just behind them, was unusually silent. Normally full of chatter, he now took in everything with wide eyes, as if seeing their hometown for the first time. Clary had fallen behind to inspect a cluster of daisies on the roadside, twirling one between her fingers before skipping back to the group.When they finally reached the fami
The Challenge of the ChosenDay 4As dawn broke on the fourth day, the sun’s rays pierced through the thick canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was crisp, and the sounds of chirping birds filled the space around them. They packed up their campsite, the smell of charred wood still lingering in the air, a remnant of the stories shared around the campfire.After a quick breakfast of rations, they set off once more, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. Wulfric led the way, his expression serious as he felt the shift in energy around them.“Today will be different,” he warned, his voice low. “The trials will test the chosen one in ways we haven’t encountered yet. The challenge ahead will require not just strength but also wisdom and courage.”“How do you know so much about the chosen one and these trials?” Damien asked.“I’ve been studying these things for a long time because I’ve always craved having a place that we wouldn’t have to hide but be free to be ourselv
Journey to the unknown IIDay 3The morning fog hung thickly in the air, enveloping the forest in an eerie shroud. Unlike the gentle morning mist that usually lifted with the sun, this fog felt heavy and charged with ancient energy, as if the very trees were watching them. Each footstep Damien took sank slightly into the ground, a reminder of the trials ahead, testing their resolve as they ventured deeper into the woods.He glanced at his companions. Claud moved ahead, ever vigilant, his sharp gaze scanning their surroundings. Tara walked closely beside him, her posture alert and tense.“This feels different today,” Damien muttered under his breath.“It is,” Wulfric replied, glancing back. “We’re getting close.”As they continued, the path twisted and changed, narrowing in some places while expanding in others, as though the forest was shifting to confuse them. The trees seemed almost alive, their bark rippling subtly, pulsating with a rhythm that hinted at something deeper below.“Ke
Journey to the unknown.Day 1The pack moved in near silence as they walked through the dense forest, the only sounds being the crunch of leaves beneath their boots and the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, though none seemed to draw near. The air was cool, and the smell of damp earth and pine needles lingered as they pushed deeper into the woods.Damien led the way, Wulfric walking close beside him, while Claud, Tara, Lupa, and Clary flanked the rest of the pack. Wolves prowled in their animal forms, eyes glowing faintly in the shadows, while others remained human, their hands never far from their weapons.The further they walked, the more the forest seemed to change. The trees grew taller, their trunks wider and older, and strange glowing fungi dotted the bases of the trees, casting eerie light across the ground. The pack moved cautiously, alert but undeterred.After several hours of walking, the group suddenly c
ReunionsDamien moved through the dense forest, his footsteps muffled by the thick bed of leaves underfoot. The trees stood tall and imposing around him, their branches twisting like gnarled fingers above his head. Sunlight flickered through the canopy, casting scattered patches of light that danced across the forest floor. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of moss and pine. Every now and then, the sound of a rustling branch or distant bird call made his heart race, but he pushed the anxiety aside, determined to keep moving.The deeper he ventured, the more familiar the path became. He had been here before—just days ago. This was where he had encountered Wulfric, the mysterious figure who had saved his life and then disappeared into the woods. But Wulfric was more than just a savior. He was family. Damien’s grandfather, though that fact had only recently come to light. And now, after days of wrestling with the truth and the destiny Wulfric had spoken of, Damie
Hovering above him, Damien loomed closer, his eyes glowing brighter with every second, his chest heaving with the intensity of his anger. Stephan spat blood onto the ground, a faint smile curling on his lips despite the pain. “I guess… anger really does take a werewolf’s power to the next level,” he muttered, wiping more blood from his lip. His gaze sharpened as he stared at Damien’s cold, unyielding eyes. “But if you want a real fight… let’s make it more interesting.” With that, Stephan reached for the Eldershard crystal that hung from his neck. As his fingers curled around the amulet, the crystal pulsed with an ancient power. It began to glow, its silver light expanding outward, wrapping around Stephan like a cocoon. The energy crackled and surged through his body, and he let out a guttural growl as the crystal’s power fused with his very essence. The air around him began to shimmer, distorting with the raw energy being unleashed. Stephan’s injuries disappeared in an inst
Phase Three II Matilda soared through the sky, her heart pounding as she pushed herself to fly faster. The wind whipped through her hair, but her mind was focused on one thing: the Eldershard crystal. It was the key to everything—the only thing that could stop Stephan from carrying out his plan. Her father was fast, but she was determined to get there first. The hidden location was nestled deep within a mountain range, shielded by ancient magic. As Matilda approached, she spotted the faint glimmer of the crystal tucked away in the crevice of a towering rock. Without hesitation, she landed and reached for it. The moment her fingers brushed against the Eldershard, a surge of energy pulsed through her, warm and familiar. She held the crystal in her hands, feeling its immense power thrumming beneath the surface. It shimmered like a captured star, glowing with an otherworldly light. But before she could fully absorb its energy, a voice echoed from behind her. “Matilda.” S
After the meeting concluded, Orionis accompanied two celestial guards as they descended into the depths of the celestial prison. The shimmering hallways were lined with ethereal runes designed to keep even the most powerful beings contained.At the far end of the prison stood a door, shimmering with protective wards. The guards exchanged glances before opening it, revealing Stephan, the former arbiter, sitting in the dimly lit cell. His form was diminished, but his eyes still burned with an intensity that suggested his power had never truly faded.The guards unbound him, their expressions filled with distrust. As they stepped back, Orionis remained, his gaze locked on Stephan.The moment the guards were out of sight, Stephan stood and stretched, his joints cracking in the silence. He turned to Orionis with a smirk that sent a chill down the Stellar Guardian’s spine.“Phase two, complete,” Stephan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.Orionis stiffened, his galaxies swirling in