It was like any other night and most nights held nothing for Ethan, but tonight as the moon shone brightly in the sky, the thing that was inside Ethan came alive. He felt a primal energy surging within him, like he could tear into anything man or beast. And then, in an instant, his body contorted and twisted, reshaping itself into a creature of legends—a werewolf.His human consciousness fought against the overwhelming surge of predatory instincts. All of a sudden he became aware of the different smells around him—the earthy aroma of damp soil, the tang of decaying leaves, and the luring scent of prey. Every rustle and crackle of the underbrush echoed through his heightened senses, each sound a symphony of potential targets.There was a battle going on within him he was slowly losing his human mind, a beast was taking over him, and conflicting thoughts raged within him. His human heart cried out, begging him not to give in to the savage nature that threatened to consume him. Yet, the
Ethan then proceeded toward his nephew's room. The door opened with a creak, and he found himself surrounded by the scattered toys that belonged to his nephew. He started taking little steps toward his nephew’s bed; each step felt heavy. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that stained his cheeks. He sank to his knees, and his body trembled with grief. He kept on crying for a long time.He picked up a toy car, and it triggered a happy memory within him. This was the first toy car he had brought for his nephew. It was a cherished possession, a symbol of the bond they shared. As he held it in his hands, memories flooded his mind—the sound of childish laughter, the way his nephew's eyes would light up when they played together. But now, there was dust settled everywhere. It seemed like this room hadn’t been occupied lately."Nathan," Ethan whispered to nobody in particular; his voice cracked with sorrow. He clutched the toy car tightly to his chest, as if seeking it wou
Maverick (POV)“Mother effin’ things, I don’t like climbing trees at night,” I said in the night to particularly no body. I was hiding on a tree top. It made for an excellent vantage point. Gave access straight to Eve’s window.She was doing her damn homework…again. I mean I can help her with that, I can guide her through if she would let me but all she does is talk about Alpha this and Alpha that…And that damn Sandra a god awful sister if I knew one. She should be talking good things about me to her. And this fuckin heat, why should summer exist? It serves no purpose in my opinion.I adjusted myself on a heavy branch and a mosquito seized this opportunity, took a bloody bite on my neck.“Aargh” I growled, ‘Frickin piece of shit, I should have worn full clothes for this mission but dang it’‘ok ok focus now, what the hell she is looking at her phone for?, and why is she shaking, is it my eyes or is she really shaking, wait’I took out my binoculars and looked through them, ‘yes she i
Eve and Sandra reached the school grounds and all they could see was a little tornado moving from one side of the ground to the other without any set pattern.Several of the warrior clan werewolves were chasing it including Beta but it was too fast. A swirling vortex of dark clouds materialized above the tornado, crackling with electric energy. The wind was spiraling and howling. It was too risky to get close but surprisingly Beta and pack members were still trying to catch it somehow.“What in the actual F…is happening here?” Sandra exclaimed, mouth gaping. Eve had the same reaction. Students on the grounds were running back toward the school building, some cheering, some screaming. It was chaos.“Look a hand,” Eve pointed to a hand that was visible for only a split second in the tornado.“What?”“Where”“Look, there….” Eve pointed again. The dust once settled and undisturbed, now danced and twirled in chaotic harmony, caught within the powerful currents of the tornado's wrath.“Shit
There was an unexplainable stench of decay which was lingering heavily in the air, one couldn’t breathe in there, and every breath within the hopeless stone corridors of the dungeons was depressing. Dim torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the damp, moss-covered walls. A chilling silence enveloped the space, broken only by distant, muffled cries of anguish that echoed through the abyss.As Maverick was mercilessly dragged along, the huge shackles with which he was bound kept on clinking with every agonizing step, and the poor soul could really feel the cold dampness of it seeping into his very bones. The corridor kept on going with no end in sight, a maze of despair that twisted and turned, offering no glimpse of hope or escape. All he could see was darkness consuming him little by little, making him feel as if he was slowly being dragged down into hell itself.The dungeon cells, like cages of despair, lined the corridor. Grotesque stains of blood and filth adorned the walls,
Alpha Ares stood in the heart of the magical dungeon, his imposing figure shrouded by a cloak that seemed to be woven from the fabric of darkness itself. The cloak, black as a moonless night, billowed around him, its edges seemingly dancing in an otherworldly breeze. It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it.The fabric of the cloak appeared to ripple and shift, like shadows playing upon the surface of water. It possessed an uncanny depth, absorbing the feeble light that trickled into the dungeon from a mystical well adorned with the white glow of the moon. The cloak's darkness seemed to drink in the luminescence, creating an eerie contrast that heightened the sense of unease.As Alpha Ares' piercing gaze fell upon the stone table, his attention was drawn to the figure lying upon it—Maverick, trapped in the prison of his own mind. Ares' eyes, cold and calculating, were tinged with a glimmer of pity
Old Alpha had always been a good and confident leader of his pack. He had never even once made a mistake. His reign was just and that is why werewolves around him lived in peace. But things were pretty shaken up after his confrontation with the beautiful vampire girl.Alpha was sitting by the tree in the forest lost in his thoughts, looking far away at something.“What was her name?” He had forgotten the name of the vampire he had kissed yesterday. He could still smell her hair on him. It smelt like strawberry. Before all this vampires were disgusting beings to him. He hated them even when someone mentioned them. But now…not now, he could feel her lips, those tasted like honey. And the way her body jerked when he pushed her closer to himself was giving him arousal.His hand went to his wood. He was hard down there. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to remember every little detail of yesterday. His hands could touch her silky smooth skin. Felt the very fabric of her being. He kept on
Wolf was coming closer and closer, Lexy could see it getting bigger. Its long glistening teeth were ready to sink into Lexy’s throat and when it was almost an inch away from her neck she used her super speed to move just a little to the right and the big wolf missed her by inches, slammed face first into the ground.Wolf let out a growl. A smirk was dancing on Lexy’s lips. The old Alpha had forgotten that she was vampire, and it’s hard to catch a vampire. Alpha on the other hand was no fool. He had dealt with vampires his whole life. He was just playing along.He let out another growl showing his frustration, letting Lexy think that she had won this round. He turned again, squared off against her.“What happened Alpha? I thought that you were going to get me?” Lexy mocked AlphaAlpha started running towards her again and went for her throat once more. But same thing happened again. Lexy was enjoying this. This was refreshing for her. She had never faced a wolf in her life, even though