“You don't know, do you? You have no inkling of what your son truly is," the man in the hat said, his tone filled with incredulity and a touch of fascination. "What do you mean? I am not the father of that wretched boy. You've got the wrong man," he retorted, his voice laced with defensive denial. "Then you are utterly useless to me," the man in the hat stated dismissively, his words dripping with disdain. Meanwhile, Mathias lay unconscious on the cold floor, caught in the depths of his own subconscious. In his hazy state, a voice broke through the darkness—a voice that belonged to his long-lost grandfather. "Rise, Mathias." "It is time to fight, Mathias." "I said, get up!" "I said, get up, Mathias!" Mathias' eyes snapped open, their pure white hue resembling freshly fallen snow. His body defied gravity, levitating into the air as he ascended toward the very window from which he had been mercilessly thrown. Just as the man in the hat was poised to strike down Mathias' foster f
[In the hilly parts of the woods] Vincent, who was the black wolf, had 10 other wolves surrounding Adams and the rest, their target was mainly Clara, but they didn't mind killing any other humans as well. The brown wolf, which was Noah, stepped forward, standing side by side with Adams, trying to serve as protection. They knew they were outnumbered and outmatched; they couldn't possibly take on eleven mature wolves. "Everyone stay behind me," Adams said to Clara and the rest, and they clustered themselves at his back. Adams glanced at the brown wolf, Noah. Though Noah projected a brave outlook, Adams knew he was terrified. Yet, Noah wouldn't abandon him, and Adams couldn't let him fight alone. After all, this was his battle. Adams had always sensed Vincent's jealousy since he was the Mano beta. Over time, that jealousy had grown into anger and hatred, particularly since the day Adams had humiliated him in front of his pack members. Adams had known a day like this might come, where
After killing the hunter, the black wolf faced Clara and her mom once more, his eyes piercing into their souls. He glanced at the white wolf, who was now engaged in a fierce battle for survival, surrounded by attacking wolves. The relentless assault on the white wolf provided the black wolf with the opportunity he needed to complete his deadly task. The relentless pursuit had taken its toll on the white wolf, its physical and emotional strength waning. The black wolf growled devilishly, his menacing demeanor sending chills down Clara's spine. Slowly, he approached Clara and her mom, his movements calculated and filled with malice. Dr. Ellen positioned herself in front of Clara, prepared to sacrifice her own life to ensure Clara's survival. "Run, Clara! Run away!" Dr. Ellen screamed desperately, her voice tinged with fear. But Clara remained resolute, refusing to flee. Her gaze fixated on the white wolf, Adams, as he fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught. She witnessed the
Back inside the building... "I know what you are," Clara said, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Damian stared at her, a wave of fear crashing over him, dreading the possibility that his own daughter might be scared of him, fearful of the monster he had become. "I won't harm you," he said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance, his words aimed at dispelling her fears and restoring trust. "A vampire, you are a vampire," Clara stated matter-of-factly, her words striking Eric's heart. In that moment, he wished fervently that he could deny his vampiric nature, longed to tell her that he was simply her father, not a creature of darkness. "You are right, I am a vampire, but please believe me when I say I harbor no ill intentions towards you or your mother. I would never cause you any harm," Eric spoke with utmost sincerity, his voice carrying the weight of his genuine concern. "Is your name even Evans Damon?" Clara inquired, and Damian's throat tightened as h
While Clara and Adams were still locked in a passionate embrace, Eric Damian emerged from the building, letting out a deliberate cough to catch their attention. Reluctantly, they disengaged from their fervent kiss. "Your mother is awake and calling for you," Damian stated, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. Clara's face lit up with a radiant smile as she hurriedly dashed inside to reunite with her mother, leaving Damian to approach Adams. Locked in a gaze, their eyes betrayed hidden depths of emotions and unspoken thoughts. "Thank you for saving Clara and her mother. I cannot fathom the consequences if anything had befallen them," Adams expressed, his gratitude tinged with a touch of vulnerability. "Keep your apologies to yourself," Damian retorted, his tone devoid of warmth, gripping Adams's arm tightly. "Now, tell me, why were the wolves after them?" Damian demanded, his voice laced with urgency and a thirst for answers. "Why do you care so much about them? Who
"Damn! It actually tastes a whole lot better than it smells. This is just perfect!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and satisfaction. She said it with such conviction, as if she had discovered a hidden treasure. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of pride in his culinary skills. "Like? I love it! You are really missing out. Are you sure you don't want to share it with me?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a playful smile on her lips. Sergeant Chriswell smiled and just stared at Vivian in awe as she devoured the bowl of chicken soup and sank her teeth into the chicken wings. He couldn't help but admire her appetite and enthusiasm. "Can I ask you something?" he finally spoke, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Sure you can," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and eagerness, ready to engage in conversation with him. "Do you believe in monsters?" he asked, his voice lowering slightly, as if sharing a secret. "Monsters? Wh
“ ....I'm not shaky and yes, I don't believe in them, but you seem pretty convinced you saw one," Vivian said, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear. "And according to the stories I have heard about vampires in novels, they only approach humans when they need to feed on their blood." Sergeant Chriswell stared at her for a while, his gaze intense and piercing, searching for any signs of doubt or skepticism in her eyes. “Well, this vampire didn't come for my blood or anything like that," he said, his voice carrying a mix of astonishment and intrigue. "He came to give me information." Vivian's brows furrowed, her expression a blend of curiosity and concern. "Information?... What kind of information would a vampire want to give to you?" Her tone conveyed a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. "And how do you know the man in question is actually a vampire? I mean, he might just be a fool." Sergeant Chriswell let out a bitter chuckle, his voice laced with a touch of wearin
Eric Damian's presence in the building permeated the atmosphere, casting an eerie sense of fear that seemed to hang in the air, suffocating and potent. In an instant, the tables turned, and the men loyal to Lucian suddenly felt a wave of unease as if they were vastly outnumbered. One mere glimpse of Eric Damian could strike terror into the hearts of a thousand werewolves... "What's the matter? Why the long faces? Aren't you guys thrilled to see me?" Eric's voice dripped with a smirk as he released his grip on the man, who struggled to stand on trembling legs. Damian glanced at Adams, a smile curling on his lips. "Your men are in dire need of a lesson in manners, or else I'll have to teach them my way. I can assure you, they won't enjoy that," he taunted. "They're not my men. My men wouldn't conspire to kill me behind my back. So, feel free to do as you please with them. I couldn't care less," Adams retorted. Damian's smile turned devilish. "I relish the sound of that," he murmured
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