Freya's POV "What is going on with me?Oh no, where is this weird energy emanating from? "I can't control myself," I shrieked terribly out of my heart, but no one could hear me because my agitated screeching was like a roar to them. The sound echoed through the wolves' domain like a summer thunderstorm, and all they could see was me growing bigger with each passing second until I stood before their eyes at about seven feet tall. "Run, She's transforming to a primordial Lycan", I could hear their tiny screams, forcing itself into my eardrums."She's coming, run or die!" I heard one say but not too far away from me. My vision grew blurry as my fur became thicker and more vibrant than ever, while still maintaining its black coloration; even though my claws had become sharp enough for ripping flesh off bones. And then there came that terrible feeling when you're on fire, yet your body is cold...my entire form began to glow red hot, making me look like an inferno burning right in front
Azure!!! She walks into the scene with egotism and pride, her long silky raven hair flows gracefully over her shoulders, while wearing a white gown adorned with dark glittering gems. Her skin glows in the night with beauty beyond compare. Her eyes sparkles with power and confidence, giving her a royal aura. She's hell itself! Her presence weaves a spell that sends chills down everyone's spine with every stride she makes. With each step she made, a magical power was unleashed, triggering the surrounding area to tremor violently while unleashing magical energies that surrounded them in an unseen barrier. "Freya!!!" Tigreal yelled, shaking her violently. She, however, was unable to hear or respond to the call. Her soul slowly deteriorates, drowning into darkness.Her body wilted and died, losing all of its vitality.Tigreal glared at Azure with rage displayed in his demeanor, as he clenched his fists tightly with the wish of pouncing on her and ripping her apart, however, he knew he
Tigreal found himself tightly bound with ropes and chains, surrounded by angry wolves standing tall with their ears pointed forward and paws ready. He was bewildered and disturbed, trying to make sense of what had just happened to him. All he could remember was a sudden burst of smoke and a rough hand tapping his shoulder before he lost consciousness.Confused and filled with rage, Tigreal struggled fiercely to break free from the chains that held him. "Where am I? What have you done to Freya?" he shouted, his voice filled with violence. He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him.A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed
Freya's POVAs I gradually opened my eyes, rays of light pierced through, flooding my vision. The world appeared blurry, and my body felt heavy, as though I had been in a deep slumber for an extended period. Attempting to move my fingers, I discovered my body was completely immobile, leaving me with no option but to gaze up at the unfamiliar ceiling.Surprise washed over me as I took in the intricate design above me. My room had always boasted a traditional Japanese-style ceiling, yet now, I found myself confronted with an ivory-themed masterpiece. It became evident that not only was my physical state altered, but also my sense of time.Lost in contemplation, I pondered how I had ended up in this place and why I felt so feeble. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room, jolting me back to the present."I think she's awake... I saw her blink her eyes," a voice declared."Really? I can't wait to witness what a real human looks like," another voice replied, their tone closer this time."
"Try it again," Xirza demanded in a cold and stern tone. His voice reverberated across the expansive field, resonating with the lightning flashing through the sky. The rain continued to pour heavily, accompanied by thundering winds sweeping across the plain.Tigreal swiftly regained his footing and tightened his grip on his wrists. His fangs grew larger and sharper, while his claws extended to their full length. Assuming a battle stance, he stood ready to counter-attack at any given moment. Illuminated by the lightning, his muscular form and beastly aura made him appear ferocious and lethal."Come on, come on!" he growled in a bestial voice, his eyes gleaming red with flames of anger and a hunger for vengeance."Don't disappoint me, Tigreal," Xirza instructed before issuing a command. "Attack!"Instantly, the werewolves in their half-human, half-beast forms dashed towards Tigreal, howling with a ravenous thirst for his blood. Their fur was drenched, and rainwater dripped from their bo
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the dense forest. Tigreal stood at the edge of the dark woods, his heart pounding within his chest. Fear coiled in his gut, threatening to hold him back, but his determination burned brighter. With a deep breath, he ventured into the unknown, guided by the flickering shadows that danced among the trees. Xirza had told Tigreal tales and fables of the wild and ravenous wolves living in the wild, strong, magical but almost difficult to control or settle deals with. However, Xirza advised Tigreal to give it a try, if he indeed wants victory to be his over the dark moons pack. Therefore, Tigreal guarded himself with braveness and valor, ready to go on this perilous journey, seeking for alliance.The forest seemed to come alive as Tigreal pressed forward, its ancient whispers and rustling leaves a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked within. Yet, he pressed on, his steps bold and resolute. His fangs glinted in the
Tigreal stood before his pack, his towering figure emanating strength and determination. The moon's soft light bathed him, casting a radiant glow that accentuated his every feature. His eyes sparkled with a fiery resolve as he prepared to deliver a powerful and inspiring speech."My brothers and sisters at arms" Tigreal's voice boomed, commanding the attention of every wolf in the pack. "We stand at the precipice of a great battle, a battle that will test our strength, our unity, and our valor. The dark moon's pack threatens our land, and we cannot let their tyranny go unchecked. White wolves and dark wolves had all been staying together with unity, until the death of my father, and the enthronement of Balmond my brother, who brought this negations and evil into the world of where peace once coexisted. However, we must rise up to set things straight back to normal again".The pack members exchanged skeptical glances, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. Tigreal's bold words seemed t
Freya stood in the lush garden of the palace, a gentle breeze rustling through her hair. She closed her eyes, taking in the sweet scent of the flowers and the soothing melodies of nature. The tranquility of the moment wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.Unbeknownst to Freya, a figure stealthily made its way through the garden, the delicate footsteps barely making a sound. It was Mimosa, one of Freya's loyal maidens, and she carried news that would shatter the peaceful atmosphere."Mistress Freya," Mimosa whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "I bring grave tidings. The White Moon's pack is planning to wage war against our Dark Moon's pack."Freya's eyes snapped open, confusion clouding her features. "The White Moon's pack? What do you mean?"Mimosa took a step closer, her eyes filled with concern. "They are a demonic and evil clan, Mistress. They have been terrorizing our innocent pack, bringing nothing but pain and suffering. We must defend our family against their wick
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