"I...don't... I don't... remember anything...." I stammered as I gripped my head, the throbbing pain in my head was already getting worse. "I don't even remember my name." Tears slid down my dirt stained face, the pain from the headache and the fear of my situation only made it more difficult to stop crying. "Hey!" His soft, yet hard eyes locked with mine as he touched my shoulder gently. "I am here for you." His words was oddly reassuringly, even if I don't know who he is, I felt comfortable in his presence. An ambitious werewolf gathers an army of forbidden soldiers, werewolves and vampires together in one force against the human race, he wishes to dominate politically and socially, annihilating the weaker race (Humans). Now one step is left for him, he must mate with the last surviving Lycan, the only surviving daughter of the most influential family known as Golden Corporation, the political and economical gods on the earth. The incident on one fateful night results in Natasha loosing her memories. Faced with an opportunity of controlling the last possible Lycan alive, he fabricate lies on who killed her parents and convinced her to join his course. Groomed into a merciless killer by the man that killed her parents and brainwashed into agreeing to become his mate for what he calls the "greater good.", Natasha Nightshade becomes a shadow of herself, lost in a labyrinth of self discovery, tormented by nightmares that seemed to be memories of her past, and now the Luna of a powerful and ruthless Werewolf kingdom, she stumbles upon a prisoner, brought in to be executed, a man that looked like the light at the end of her dark tunnel and somehow seems oddly familiar.
View MoreWe both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi
I was always a deep sleeper. It was one of the things I never bothered to change about myself despite the trainings I had , I'd always sleep deeply at the end of each day to get maximum rest. But today it's wasn't like that. The smell of smoke pierced my lungs and my eyes snapped open. "Fire' I whispered to no one in particular. Running to the window I saw it, at a window four stories high no one could miss it. Dead bodies lined the streets , a couple of houses I could identify were on fire ,the orphanage, and the church were no exceptions. Yellow flames with black smoke that clouded up to the sky, it was the type of fire that could only stop when it died down on its own. At first, I didn't hear any screams only the crackle of the fire so I was not sure if the occupants of those buildings had been killed before the fire was started or they were already dead and I didn't know due to the deep sleep I was in. I craned my neck to check on the hospital but I couldn't see from here
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