The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.
Chriswell dropped dead...
Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.
The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.
He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.
Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.
“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.
However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.
As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
“ Damian!!! ” he roared loudly and The Fiery Red Demon stopped walking and turned around to face Lucian.“ We are not done just yet, you must meet your end tonight!!! ” he screamed but The Fiery Red Demon wasn't interested in whatever he had to say.So he turned around and continued walking away still carrying Clara.“ Face me! Face me! Attack him!!! '' Lucian ordered but his men were reluctant to obey that command.They were all very fearful of Damian at this moment and this got Lucian really angry.He swiped one of his men's head away and pulled the heart of another.“ I said attack!!! ” he barked and his men were forced to attack....However Adams and his men stood in their way and at this point more back up had arrived.Noah with the other wolves alongside Mathias and Fateema.“ I will advise you all to back down, ” Adams groaned at them.
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world sacrificing his soul for that of his daughter Clara.The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain was still coming down flooding the streets of Great Hill Town.Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil....( Dr Ellen residents )Knock, knock, knock.“ Hold on, I am coming. ” Dr Ellen said as she heard a knock on her door.She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Clara and herself...... Walking to the door she opened it.She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep with umbrellas covering their faces.“ Good morning, Dr Ellen. ” Mathias greeted.“ Good morning Dr Ellen, ” Fateema greeted also.“ Good morning kids, come on in. ” Dr Elle
He wasn't alone though, his extended wolf family, his mother, little sister Karen and his best friend Noah where with him and also Lucian former men who are now his men, he was now their new Alpha.“ Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us, we all are going to stand for justice just as he did. He might have gone but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive and it lives on in all of us, ” Adams said, supporting what Clara had been saying....There were five persons when they started but at the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian there were more than a 100 persons present....( Vivian and Dr Ellen having a discussion )“.. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now, it's never easy losing someone you love but losing two people you love on the same day that's_ I don't really know the right adjectives to describe it, ” Dr Ellen said.“ Chriswell didn't deserve
Year: 1020 CELocation: Chiapas, MexicoTime: early evening The festive atmosphere was in full swing as the people of Chiapas celebrated El que es LUNA, the festival dedicated to the moon god. The streets were teeming with locals and natives, all dressed in their finest attire and adorned with feathers and beads. The festival was a time of great significance for the people, as they believed that the presence of powerful magic flowed through the land during this time. Animal sacrifices were made to the moon god, and some individuals even cut themselves with knives, hoping to appease the gods and ensure a bountiful harvest season. It was a time when the sick and dying were brought to the temple for prayers, as the locals believed that the flow of magic during this day could be used for healing and curing any illness or infirmities. However, there was also a belief that the flow of magic during this day could be harnessed for great evil, an evil that had not been seen since the beginni
“Mi hija,” the old woman wept, tears streaming down her face. “Mi hija, mi hija!” She wept even more, and when her tears and cries became too much, she suddenly turned to face Damian. “Asesino! (murderer),” she screamed at him, her voice hoarse with anger. “Asesino! Asesino!...” She screamed even more, causing Damian to panic. “No, no, no,” Damian tried to explain, though he didn't understand what she was saying, but he knew it couldn't be something good. His voice was trembling with fear. He watched in horror as she brought out a small knife from her cloth with her eyes reflecting her great anger. “Please put that away. I didn't do anything to her. This is a big mistake... My God...” he explained, backing away gradually, his voice shaking with terror. But then he was shocked as the old woman used the knife on herself. She slit open her right wrist, and blood flowed from it down to the sandy floor. “Vida, Sangre, Luna. Vida, Sangre, Luna. Vida, Sangre, Luna...” the old woman start
“Clara,” her mom, Dr Ellen, called out with concern etched on her face. Clara turned away from the window towards her mom, with a sad expression on her face. “What's wrong, darling? You haven't said much throughout the journey. Aren't you excited about your new school?" her mom asked, trying to engage her. Clara shook her head. "I am not. I miss my former school. I miss Mislan High School, mom," she complained, with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her mom let out a sigh. “I know, darling, but you know why we had to leave New York City... ” She gave a long explanation, which Clara didn't want to hear. Of course, she had already heard it a thousand times. “So we can start a new life together,” they both chorused, and Clara rolled her eyes slightly, feeling frustrated. “I know why we had to leave, but I still miss all my friends - Tracy, Emmy, Nico, James and a whole bunch of others whose names I can't remember right now," Clara said, still sounding sad and nostalgic. “I
"Who is that?" Clara asked, practically drooling with admiration in her voice. "That's Adam Bright. He's super cute, Great Hill's best basketball player and quarterback on the football team..." Anna described Adam's awesomeness in a tone filled with excitement, while Clara just kept staring dreamily at him. He was more handsome than she thought; beautiful was a more appropriate word, with his lovely long hair, blue eyes, perfect nose, and killer lips. She was simply caught up in her daydream. "Hey Clara, Clara...Clara," Anna kept calling out, but Clara was lost in her thoughts. Anna had to shake her out of it roughly to get her attention. "What is it?" Clara asked, still dazed from her daydream. "What were you thinking about?" Anna asked, looking at Clara intently with a hint of suspicion in her voice. "...nothing," she lied, trying to hide her feelings. However, Anna seemed to sense that something was off and gave Clara a suspicious stare. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Damian charged against the two beast-like creatures, and when they collided, their impact was so great that the earth trembled and quaked. Damian threw one of the beasts away, but the other clawed him hard and deep on the face. Its long, sharp claws ripped Damian's face off, and the force from its strike sent him flying in the air, landing hard on the ground. The two beasts then had him surrounded, roaring and grinding their teeth as they drew closer. Damian gradually got up on his feet, and his damaged face started healing up very quickly. One of the beasts charged at him, wanting to bite his head off, but Damian was very fast to duck. He then grabbed hold of the creature by the leg and spun it around in a 360-degree rotation. He threw it hard towards the other beast charging at him with much strength, and the collision of both beasts sent them tumbling down a hill. Damian was really vexed and charged up at this point, so he went after them as they tumbled with his claws and fangs o
He wasn't alone though, his extended wolf family, his mother, little sister Karen and his best friend Noah where with him and also Lucian former men who are now his men, he was now their new Alpha.“ Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us, we all are going to stand for justice just as he did. He might have gone but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive and it lives on in all of us, ” Adams said, supporting what Clara had been saying....There were five persons when they started but at the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian there were more than a 100 persons present....( Vivian and Dr Ellen having a discussion )“.. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now, it's never easy losing someone you love but losing two people you love on the same day that's_ I don't really know the right adjectives to describe it, ” Dr Ellen said.“ Chriswell didn't deserve
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world sacrificing his soul for that of his daughter Clara.The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain was still coming down flooding the streets of Great Hill Town.Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil....( Dr Ellen residents )Knock, knock, knock.“ Hold on, I am coming. ” Dr Ellen said as she heard a knock on her door.She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Clara and herself...... Walking to the door she opened it.She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep with umbrellas covering their faces.“ Good morning, Dr Ellen. ” Mathias greeted.“ Good morning Dr Ellen, ” Fateema greeted also.“ Good morning kids, come on in. ” Dr Elle
“ Damian!!! ” he roared loudly and The Fiery Red Demon stopped walking and turned around to face Lucian.“ We are not done just yet, you must meet your end tonight!!! ” he screamed but The Fiery Red Demon wasn't interested in whatever he had to say.So he turned around and continued walking away still carrying Clara.“ Face me! Face me! Attack him!!! '' Lucian ordered but his men were reluctant to obey that command.They were all very fearful of Damian at this moment and this got Lucian really angry.He swiped one of his men's head away and pulled the heart of another.“ I said attack!!! ” he barked and his men were forced to attack....However Adams and his men stood in their way and at this point more back up had arrived.Noah with the other wolves alongside Mathias and Fateema.“ I will advise you all to back down, ” Adams groaned at them.
( The Final War )The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.Chriswell dropped dead...Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
( The Final War )The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.Chriswell dropped dead...Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
Adams wasn't alone, though. His extended wolf family, including his mother, little sister Karen, and his best friend Noah where with him as well as Lucian's former men one of his men but now under Adams' command, stood beside him as well, acknowledging Adams as their new Alpha. “Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us. We all stand for justice, just as he did. He might be gone, but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive, resonating within each one of us,” Adams declared, passionately affirming Clara's sentiments. Initially, there were only five individuals present, but by the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian, the gathering had swelled to over a hundred people, paying their respects. ( Vivian and Dr. Ellen having a discussion ) “.. I can only imagine the depth of emotions you're experiencing right now. It's never easy to lose someone you love, but losing two beloved individuals on the same day—I struggle to find the appropriate words to
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world, his soul sacrificed for that of his daughter Clara. The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain continued to pour down, flooding the streets of Great Hill Town. Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil.... ( Dr Ellen, filled with grief and sorrow, residents ) Knock, knock, knock. “ Hold on, I am coming," Dr Ellen said, her voice weary and laden with sadness, as she heard a gentle knock on her door. She was in the kitchen, weariness etched on her face, preparing breakfast for Clara and herself. Slowly, she made her way to the door and opened it. She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep, their faces hidden beneath umbrellas, their presence shrouded in a veil of sorrow. “ Good morning, Dr Ellen," Mathias greeted, his voice tinged with sadness. “ Good morning, Dr Elle
"Damian!!!" Lucian bellowed, his voice reverberating through the air. The Fiery Red Demon halted his steps and pivoted to face Lucian, his fiery gaze locking with Lucian's. "We are far from finished! Tonight, you shall meet your demise!" Lucian's voice erupted, filled with rage and determination. Yet, the Fiery Red Demon remained uninterested, showing no regard for Lucian's words. Turning around the Damian continued walking with Clara in his strong but gentle arms. "Face me! Face me! Attack him!" Lucian's voice thundered, commanding his men to strike. But fear had taken hold of their hearts, rendering them hesitant to obey his orders. They trembled in the presence of Damian, their leader's power gnawing at their resolve. Lucian's fury surged, boiling within him like molten lava. Without a second thought, he swept away the head of one of his men and tore out the heart of another. "I said attack!" he barked, his voice sharp as a blade, leaving his men with no choice but to comply re
The werewolf, with a savage strength, seized Sergeant Chriswell from behind, violently twisting him around before mercilessly ripping out his heart. With a lifeless thud, Chriswell collapsed, his body now devoid of any signs of life. Eric Damian, despite the excruciating pain coursing through his body from Lucian's claws embedded in his stomach and the ancient dagger plunged into his chest, refused to yield. The dagger inflicted unimaginable torment upon him, but Damian found a sliver of relief in knowing that Chriswell's sacrifice had momentarily halted the witches' spell, sparing him from the searing agony in his head caused by their grieving for their fallen sister. Supported by the deceased Sergeant Chriswell's sacrifice, Damian clung to a slim chance of survival, but time was of the essence. In a burst of anguish, he let out a piercing scream, not only fueled by physical torment but also by an overwhelming surge of anger. Amidst his cries, his eyes locked onto Peterson's gaz