With a deafening battle cry, I launch myself at the closest assailant, teeth bared and claws extended. The clash is swift and savage, bodies colliding in a flurry of fur and fangs. I dodge their frenzied attacks, my instincts honed and my senses heightened. The scent of sweat and blood fills the air, mingling with the lingering scent of cologne.Amidst the chaos, words are exchanged, taunts and threats that punctuate each strike. “Is that all you’ve got?” I snarl, my voice a guttural growl. “I expected more from the so-called elite.”Their responses come in the form of lunges and slashes, their claws tearing through the air with deadly precision. I evade their strikes, my movements fluid and calculated. But the sheer number of opponents begins to take its toll, their coordinated assault starting to breach my defenses.Their claws rake across my fur, leaving trails of blood in their wake. I feel the sting of their wounds, a searing pain that only fuels my determination. I refuse to yie
The doors suddenly swung open just as I settle into the couch with a full bucket of popcorn. My favourite TV series is about to start and I’m recently just allowed to luxury of watching TV, Lucien thinks it’s better to satisfy everything I need. “Huh? Did these two get into a fight or did they get robbed ?” I wonder as I watch Lucien and Adam walk in with the most dramatic and evil stance ever. Lucien looks totally fine but why are Adam’s clothes ripped ? “Did you guys get attacked by a were-bear?” I say mockingly as I throw a handful of popcorn in my mouth. Before I can react Adam grabs my jaws and clenches his fists really tight on it. He looks into my eyes with the most intense stare and threatens, “next time you make such comments it’ll be my claws clenched into your jaws” it seems to have triggered him. I winch in pain and look for Lucien hoping I’d gain his attention and he’d come to my aid. To my surprise he simply turns his back making a simple statement. “Do not pass ag
Silver’s cold gaze meets mine, her eyes devoid of any emotion. I notice that Lily, who had been engrossed in her chicken feast, abruptly stops eating, sensing the tension in the air.“Natasha,” Silver’s voice cuts through the silence, her tone measured and detached. “Lucien has been looking for you.”Her words hang in the air, and a sense of unease settles within me. Silver’s behavior is unusually distant, and I can’t help but wonder what has transpired to cause this change in her demeanor. I’ve always relied on her as a trusted confidante, but now her unreadable expression leaves me feeling uncertain and on edge.Silently, I bow my head in acknowledgement, offering a wordless thanks to both Silver and Lily. Their presence, though fraught with an air of tension, still provides a modicum of comfort amidst the turmoil that surrounds me. With a sense of duty, I turn to leave the chamber, my thoughts filled with questions about Lucien’s intentions.As I make my way to Lucien’s room,
Walking out of Lucien’s room I cannot place my finger on it but there’s a lot of strange things going on with him but I guess that’s his problem, it might be pretense after all. Who knows what he’s trying to do with me now. As I pass by the elevator leading down to the dungeon, a thought strikes me—I haven’t seen him in a while, and I should tell him about the pregnancy. Acting on impulse, I decide to take the initiative and head straight for the dungeon without much consideration. Unbeknownst to me, I’m being observed by Adam’s spy, whose presence goes unnoticed.Sneaking into the kitchen, I cautiously scan the surroundings, making sure there are no maids or guards in sight. Spotting a pack of food conveniently placed on the table, I seize the opportunity and grab it, knowing Tyler must be starving down in the dungeon. The thought of the dungeon irritates me, and I mutter disparaging comments under my breath about the dark, dreary place.Navigating the familiar path, I reach Tyler’
There I am, still in my bedroom, lost in my thoughts about Natasha and the silky texture of her hair. Suddenly, Adam enters the room, accompanied by one of the men. He looks ordinary, with an average appearance and a normal physique. Adam convinces him to speak up and share what he witnessed.I fix my gaze on the man, my voice dripping with a mix of authority and skepticism “Tell me what you saw.”Confidently, the man begins to recount his observation “I saw Natasha heading towards the dungeon.”My initial reaction is disbelief. How could Natasha be going to the dungeon? I warn the man, my tone laced with a chilling threat “If what you say is proven false, you will lose your life.”Despite my doubts, the man remains steadfast in his claim, unwavering in his confidence. My curiosity is piqued, and I swiftly dress myself, preparing to investigate the truth. Throughout the entire ordeal, I maintain a calm and composed demeanor, not allowing any hint of my inner turmoil to show.As I stri
“Hey don’t you realize it’s rude and unfair for a man your size to pick fights with a lady?” She says with her usual seductive tone which is now starting to annoy me. Now I wanna rip her throats out so badly. “Who sent you?” Why are you here?” I say as I brace myself for a full blown attack on the witch, she might see my attack coming but it might just be worth the try since the power emanating from just her aura is more than enough to kill a meager wolf out of just fear. The icy effects on my body has slowed down my speed and movements luckily there’s been no effect on my judgment and the rate at which I decide situations. As I launch myself towards the witch, our bodies clash in a furious battle. She manipulates fire and air, using them as deadly weapons against me. Fireballs rain down upon me, but I swiftly maneuver through the forest, weaving and dodging with agility and precision. The once serene and dark forest now bears the scars of destruction, as trees are engulfed in flam
It’s really cold out in this forest, I rub my hands together and I can feel the vaporized air coming out of my mouth with every breath I take. Immediately I reach familiar grounds I take the chance with the first pay phone I see and call Adam, describing my location and he comes straight to me and picks me up. As I call Adam, he arrives promptly to pick me up, his expression filled with concern and anger as he takes in my burnt and torn clothes. I keep my shoulders high and fold my arms tightly, refusing to speak a word as we ride in silence.Returning to my mansion, an eerie silence envelops the surroundings. We enter the living room, and I stumble in, bloodied and exhausted. The weight of betrayal from Natasha lingers in my thoughts, adding to my weariness. I let out a heavy sigh, my gaze shifting up to the sparkling chandelier above.Adam gently taps my back twice, a silent gesture of support, before making his way upstairs, leaving me to my own thoughts. I retreat into myself, fe
My heart, pounding out of my chest as Lucien’s gaze is focused on me. I swallowed loudly and I couldn’t hide how terrified I am to witness yet another gruesome murder by Lucien. Will I ever recover if I have to watch him kill Tyler? Lucien smirks at me, his sheepish smile sending chills down my spine. “You see Natasha, that’s the problem” he says and makes a dramatic pause, he straightens his posture and raises his hand as high as possible. “You’re too attracted to this piece of trash!!” A resounding slash is heard, the sound of blood oozing out of raw flesh fills the air and Tyler’s body thuds on the ground. Lucas has slashed Tyler’s throat open with his claws, the scene as horrible as everything I ever imagined Lucien to be like merciful but I have been hoping he’s changing. He’s just the same cold and heartless person he’s always been. “Tyler!!” I screamed so loud I can feel my lungs burning up. I crawl on the ground to where his body lays, luckily I’m able to catch his la
We 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