He was pacing back and forth and shaking his head like a man stung by bees, acting like a fugitive and vagrant. Kelvin was observed in his room, ranting incoherently in the midst of his doubts: "He will die...She will die...they will die, I will kill them," he kept saying, seemingly in an effort to convince himself that they had already died. Dr. Jekyll's words keep echoing in his head, getting louder and louder."You must accept your decision because you made it. If you dared to turn back or disappoint me, I would not hesitate to destroy you; in fact, I would first destroy the very thing you were hoping to save with your life in front of your very eyes, and then you would perish ".After Kelvin had tragically lost Freya and Tigreal due to his carelessness, Jekyll said these words to him.The words penetrated his soul deeply and stabbed him in the heart. He understood what this meant because Jekyll had repeatedly warned him about it, but he had never really believed it until now, when
"Step on it, Mr. Beast, if you want to live," Trevor yelled at Tigreal, forcing him to accelerate the car."How about we swap seats?" Tigreal stuttered as Trevor jumped on his knee and pushed him out of the driver's seat before he could finish his speech. His eyes widened in terror, and he pressed harder on the accelerator. As if he'd never been so terrified before! His hands shook as he gripped the steering wheel of the vehicle, which was navigating down a busy street full of people who looked like ants running around their homes. Only one thing matters now: fleeing Jekyll's pawn! Freya and Christine were flummoxed as to how Trevor could be shivering so coherently with fear. Christine summoned the courage to ask, "Trevor?" "What are we fleeing? Why is this terrifying speed occurring without a reason? ", She asked in a sickly tone, "Take a look behind us, that answers your question," Trevor replied.Freya and Christine were stunned, and they hurriedly peered out the car windows to
Freya's POV Every woman wishes to be the energy in their lover's muscles. The man who can make them feel safe, protected, and loved without tripping or stumbling, but it hurts like hell to discover that you were his weakness, not his strength.The fact that he sputtered the words showed how much he despised me for coming along and being a hindrance to his power and Might. The words kept resonating in my ears, and the scene kept washing over me like a wave. I deduced from the expressions on his face, the sadness in his voice, and the disappointment that seemed to permeate him, as if I were something unwelcome that belonged in the trash…..I guessed. I knew then that there would never be anything more between us. He will always see me as someone who ruined everything from the beginning, and of course he's right if he thinks it that way. I looked up to the sky and tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed silently, feeling utterly miserable with myself because this wasn't what I wa
With Anger written in capital letters on his forehead, and agony displayed over his countenance, Trevor grasped his revolver and holstered it. He was ranting and soliloquizing as he kept on preparing...... preparing for a straight head on fight. "I'll save that ludic chum before he'll lose his neck....... Jekyll will feel my return today, the return of the Dagon", he mumbled as he strapped in his belt two daggers and stacks of deadly darts. He was about to leave the room when Tigreal banged in, sweat dripping from off his face as if he was being chased. "What the hell is going on?..... Who's chasing you?", Trevor screamed out loudly with fear, getting his guns ready for action. "Screw you Son of a gun. Do you know how to do anything else except holding a gun?", Tigreal chuckled. "Do I look like someone who's in the mood for entertainment right now?. I'm going to bathe Jekyll in a blood pool today and then free that son of a bitch who always claims to be something big or w
They sneaked in like rats, crawling and tiptoeing through the shadows of Jekyll's world, an abandoned street. They were so quiet that they could have been invisible if it weren't for their footsteps crunching on the gravel beneath them. The moonlight was bright enough to see by as long as you kept your eyes low against its glare, but even then there would be no way for anyone else to notice anyone sneaking around at this hour. "Something's off ......These men were not Jekyll's bodyguards. Something's happening here, I'm certain", Trev whispered to Tig. Hearing this, Tig sniffed the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the hoodlums stationed outside Jekyll's laboratory. Unfortunately, he couldn't because he was already losing his special abilities as a result of the Alpha's Marble in Freya's belly."I'm turning to a man, dammit. I'm withering away and my strength is fading; how I wish I could grab this marble one more time "Tig bubbled up in his chest.Trev was about to make a move whe
Trevor was overjoyed that his long-held wish had finally come true and spent several minutes laughing before formulating the most painful way to kill Jekyll.Trev gritted his teeth as he approached Jekyll and delivered a plosive punch that struck him in the cheeks and dislocated his chin. "What death could be more painful than being dipped into a burning chemical?, something more painful than death itself?" He grumbled. Jekyll fell backwards, rolling on the ground with excruciating agony and blood dripping down his cheeks."Ow… ow…. Ow…." He screamed while clutching his jaw from the pain."I know you're still alive because your mouth is moving" Trev said mockingly while looking at the man who was now lying motionless on the floor. "When you threw his first daughter into that flaming chemical tube, I wonder what my father would have said. Doesn't my Dad beg for mercy before you kill his wife? I wonder how my mother would have felt to see her son being thrown into a chemical tube i
"You don't have to do this, little boys; I'm not going to flee now that we're on the same side," Jekyll said, attempting to persuade Trevor not to handcuff him."Jerks like you shouldn't be trusted; I'd rather trust a runaway vagabond than a bloody psychopath like you," Trev snarled."And, mind you, we're not on the same side. You're my prisoner; I hope you understand what that means. It means I can blow your head off at any freaking second," Trev affirmed as he bolted the handcuffs by the car door and slammed it shut. He then turned around, his eyes blazing with rage. His face was covered in sweat from the heat of the day and anger. Bright sunlight shone down upon them, but it did nothing to ease their angst or brittle. They yearn for vengeance with an insatiable fervor, and Jekyll's blood is the only thing that can quell their fury.. Trev suggested, "My anxiety is getting the best of me. How about you go in to confuse her and I'll stay behind guarding Jekyll from running"."And wha
A gigantic doorway was before them, gleaming like gold yet terrifying to see."Is this a nightmare?Are we really going to pass through this horrible thing?" Trevor snarled, his gaze drawn to the shimmering gate in front of him.It was a terrifying vision, for what lay before their eyes was emptiness itself; an infinite abyss that seemed to suck all light away from its surroundings. The only light came from within themselves, where they could vividly see each other's features mirrored back at them with great clarity."This looks more like alien portals in the marvel universe. If the gateway could look creepy like this, I wonder what hell could be waiting for us inside. Or is there any other way apart from this?", Freya inquired of Jekyll, with fear revealed in her shaky voice. Yes", said Jekyll, his voice calm despite their situation; he seemed unfazed by what they were about to do. He looked down at his feet before continuing, "The only way is forward..... Forward to hell", replied
Tigreal, Freya, Christine, Kelvin, and Trevor stood in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by an array of weaponry. Each of them diligently prepared for the impending war. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their task imprinted on their resolute features. They knew the difficulties ahead would put their strength and resolve to the test like never before. Kelvin slung a razor-sharp sword over his waist, its dazzling edge poised for action, throwing threatening glimmers in the dark light. Christine slung a quiver of arrows across her back, her nimble fingers checking the bowstring with accustomed accuracy. Trevor, the epitome of cool under pressure, painstakingly loaded a revolver, his gestures demonstrating his steadfast concentration. Tigreal, dominating in his armor, adjusted the straps, his posture exuding power and resolve. Freya gently fastened a pair of sparkling daggers to her waist, their blades echoing her steadfast willpower. Trevor's trusty companion stormed
Tigreal summoned an assembly in the middle of the White Moon Pack territory, amid a large expanse of tall trees. It was a long-awaited event, and the wolves gathered in silence. The pack, unified in their allegiance and reverence for their Alpha, Tigreal, listened intently.Tigreal, his towering form, a symbol of power, began to speak. "My fellow pack members, the time has come for me to embark on a quest in the human world." The threat presented by Balmond and Balerick to both our realm and the human world is too enormous to ignore."The people in the throng exchanged knowing looks, aware of the coming peril that hung over them all."I understand your concerns and fears," Tigreal said, "but this mission cannot be postponed any longer." The unholy union of Balmond and Balerick jeopardizes the state of balance we have battled to protect for decades."Seraphine's eyes twinkled with excitement as she stood among the crowd. She had long desired the role of Alpha, and the possibility of Ti
Trevor's strength began to return on the second day in the infirmary, bringing with it a ray of hope. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the calm hum of medical equipment formed a continuous background. Tigreal, Freya, Kelvin, and Christine formed a unified front at his bedside, ready to hear his narrative of the horrible events that had occurred.Freya was the first to speak, her voice concerned and relieved. "Trevor, you had us worried for more than a day there."Tigreal, who towered over the rest, gave his thoughts. "Yes, Trevor. It seemed like an eon. I'm pleased to see you're on the mend."Christine, her eyes moist with emotion, chimed in. "When Freya carried you here, we feared the worst."Trevor couldn't help but crack a joke, his sense of humour intact despite his trauma. "How about we skip over the part where Freya carried me around like a hero?" Laughter swept across the room, temporarily relieving tension.Freya couldn't keep her curiosity at bay any longer, her bri
Freya's heart wrenched as she saw her son, Rolf, suffer. Her previously limitless patience had been completely depleted. Her gaze stayed fixated on Raff and Seraphine, two figures who relished in their spiteful victory, flaming with a violent mix of maternal love and rage. Her own clan's hypocritical methods had left a dark stain on what should have been the Luminance Festival's clean, joyous mood.Freya's change into her powerful werewolf form unfolded with captivating speed, punctuated by a primal cry that pierced the air and rang across the pack. Her pure white fur shimmered wonderfully in the dappled sunshine, almost otherworldly. Her eyes were like twin fires, conveying a strong resolve. She sprang from her seated position, landing with an earth shaking impact in the center of the arena, fully prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead.As Freya saw her rival's change on the other side of the arena, Seraphine's eyes narrowed and met hers. She had a long-standing desire for dom
The annual "Luminance Festival" erupted like a bright supernova in the heart of the White Moon's Pack, igniting the very air with pleasure and unity. This lavish celebration symbolized the pack members' harmonious relationship, a monument to their shared devotion to peace and prosperity. Laughter cascaded through the old forest, forming a tapestry of delight that transcended species and size, as every creature came to celebrate their connected life, from the mighty to the tiniest.The event was a visual work of art. Vibrant flags swayed in the mild breeze, like bursts of color adorning the scene around them. Tables heaved under the weight of delicious treats, which included everything from luscious meats to scrumptious desserts. Fruits and nectar-filled goblets glistened in the dappled sunlight, enticing anybody who came close. The entire pack sank to the seductive beat of dance and song as musicians performed energetic, captivating songs. Tigreal, magnificent in his festive clothing
As Trevor and his men prepared to leave the room, they had no idea that Balmond had a cyberpunk agent, a master of virtual manipulation, who had managed to hack into the system and decode the location. The agent had traced their positions through the intercepted phone conversation between Balmond and Trevor's squad, sending critical information to Balmond's waiting men.Balmond's men filled the room as the door slammed open, their forms silhouetted by the faint light of the corridor. Trevor's pulse rate increased as the standoff intensified, each second ticking by in a tight symphony of expectation."Looks like we've got company," one of Trevor's guys said, a sardonic smile pulling at his lips despite the risk."Take cover and keep them at bay," Trevor said quickly, his voice dripping with anxiety. We must buy some time."Bullets flew through the air as Trevor's crew fought a desperate struggle against Balmond's well-coordinated men. The room had turned into a battleground, with furni
Under the cover of night, Trevor and his men surrounded Balerick's towering home. Their steps were deliberate, like burglars in the dark, as they approached the home of the enigmatic individual in charge of the perilous mission. The weight of their goal weighed heavily on them, a mix of resolve and anxiety propelling their every action.Trevor's men secured the perimeter of the home with the precision of a well-oiled machine, their rifles drawn. The night air was heavy with suspense as they awaited Trevor's signal to make their move. Balerick's destiny hung in the balance, a captive audience to the impending clash.Trevor's grip on his firearm was firm, his sight fixed on the home in front of him. He understood this was the decisive moment, the climax of their attempts to foil Balmond's terrible ploy. The crew rushed forward as the signal was given, their actions synced in a precise dance.The element of surprise worked in their favor as they invaded the mansion, quickly and expertly
Trevor's thoughts raced with a fresh resolve as the echoes of Balmond and Balerick's dialogue reverberated in his head. The truck Balerick was escorting into the city had secrets that were considerably more frightening than they initially appeared to be, which had put the wheels of curiosity in action. There was a definite hidden objective at work, and Trevor was determined to find out what it was.Utilizing his connections, Trevor put together a small team of reliable people who were eager to help him in his quest to unravel the mysteries behind the trucks. They established an impromptu camp under the shelter of the thick woodland, hidden from prying eyes but well situated to watch the trucks' approach.Tension lingered in the air like a charged current as the sun sunk below the horizon, sending sweeping shadows across the countryside. Trevor's senses were tingling with anticipation at every sound, including distant wind and rustling leaves. He was aware that what he was going to fac
Trevor's path crossed with an unexpected figure as he approached the threshold of Balmond's richly decorated sitting room. During his leaving, he found himself walking beside a man who, at first look, appeared to be an average visitor to Balmond's domain. However, when their shoulders brushed against each other for a split second, an electric current of familiarity shot through Trevor's veins, igniting a newfound sensation of awareness.Trevor's feet briefly slowed down in response to this strange familiarity, giving him a priceless additional second to secretly examine the man's face. It was a quick but purposeful gaze meant to capture the man's soul without revealing his intentions. He had an enigmatic nature that sparked a flood of recollections and feelings that had been kept under wraps. He then realized that this man was none other than Mr. Balerick, Freya's villainous uncle, with the destructive ability of a lightning bolt.Trevor's heart gripped at the sight of Balerick, as me