As I followed Tracy into the hotel room, a sense of detachment settled over me. The dimly lit space exuded a sultry ambiance, but I had no interest in succumbing to its allure. Tracy’s seductive touches did nothing to sway my cold demeanor. I could sense her true nature, her witchcraft hidden beneath her facade.Her fingers trailed along my arm, and she couldn’t help but question my lack of response. With a faint smile, I told her to drop the act. I had known all along that she possessed magical abilities. The moment her aura brushed against mine, the truth became apparent.Before I could delve into the details of when I had discovered her secret, Tracy swiftly retrieved an enchanted weapon from beneath the bed. Without hesitation, she lunged at me, her strikes aimed with precision and ferocity.The confined space of the hotel room posed a challenge as I maneuvered to evade her attacks. Every step I took was calculated, every movement designed to keep myself out of harm’s way. Furnitu
I wake up, my eyes fluttering open as I find myself lying peacefully on the soft bed. I stretch my limbs, feeling the warmth of the room enveloping me. As I rise from the bed, a surge of determination flows through me. Today is a new day, and I refuse to be confined by the chains of Lucien's control.I swiftly scan the room, ensuring that everything is in place. My rebellious spirit ignites within me, fueled by the memory of my encounter with the witch, Aurora. She promised me freedom from Lucien's grip, and just as our hands touched, I must have drifted off into slumber.Lucien's presence in my room is infuriating, his mere existence a constant reminder of the power he holds over me. The room itself feels suffocating, its walls seemingly closing in on me. I resist the urge to lash out, knowing that confrontation will only worsen the situation.The following morning, I wake up early, determined to break free from the confines of my room. I quickly freshen up with a refreshing bath, wa
Lisa grunts as she turns her back at Lucien, heaving heavily as if she just ran a hundred meters long distance. “You’re so disgusting Lucien, you’re not worth being alpha one bit” she say fuming with anger as she bit her lower lip. I watch Lucien’s expression grow from solace and subtle to aggressive and angry. The colour of his eyes do not change but the expression in his burning stare shows the killer instincts dominating his body. Just as I felt it, Lisa must have felt the same as she starts to realise that she must have pulled some strings in him that triggered his anger. “You’re no longer welcome in here Lisa, you may take your leave now” he says with a low growl. Instead of leaving as instructed Lisa must have thought of retaining her pride by strolling further into the house casually. In the blink of an eye, Lisa’s body is yanked towards the door with a great speed. Her body hits the wooden mahogany door and she lands on the ground with a loud thud on the ground. “What the hel
“So you’re Jacob huh? Ain’t you too young to hang out with men as dangerous as Lucien?” I ask with my eyes tracing his body up and down. He’s dressed in a cooperate suit, his pant trousers is penciled and sharp, he has a pair of white sneakers on to show that he’s a young trendsetter who’s totally in vogue with the new fashion dynamics. “Huh.. I’m only just a trainee..” he starts off scratching his head, he looks a lot nervous now and honestly, is this guy supposed to protect me or I’m meant to protect him? He looks like a high schooler. “I’m one of the best at the training camp and I was selected to come guide you ma’am and it’s an honour serving the Luna of our great pack, I’ll be of great help to you!” He yells and quickly bows his head to me. I cannot help but laugh, “I see Lucien has resorted into not just getting me a security but an entertainer as well” I mumble under my breath. “What’s that you say ma’am?” He asks and I quickly respond, “oh it’s nothing Jacob, just a little
Adam walks into my room, and I gesture for him to sit on the couch. He does so, looking a bit confused. I sit on the bed, my eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity. He calls my name, trying to break the silence, but I say nothing. "Lucien, what's going on?" he asks. I simply stare at him, expressionless. He shifts in his seat, feeling increasingly uneasy. "What is it that you want from me?" he finally asks, his voice shaking slightly."What's about this Jacob guy anyways?" I ask Adam, my tone flat and emotionless. "Why is he the one put in the position of protecting Natasha?" Adam takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Jacob is a good boy, Lucien," he says. "He's been a loyal student and hard working students for many years." "But he looks weak," I say, "nervous and incompetent." Adam's face falls. "I know he doesn't have the same strength as you," he says, "but that doesn't mean he can't be trusted with the responsibility of watching over Natasha." Unbeknownst to me, Ada
I watch in horror as Adam continues to pummel Jacob. I can't bear to see the pain he's in, and I feel the anger rising within me. I can't just sit here and watch this. I take a deep breath and call out, "Stop!" My voice is loud and clear, and it makes Adam pause. He looks over at me, his expression one of surprise. I see the rage in his eyes, but I know I have to stand my ground by stopping the childish duel. While Adam is distracted by my outburst, Jacob takes his chance. He pushes against Adam's chest, knocking him off balance. In a flash, he twists his body and flips over, landing on top of Adam. He kicks him hard, sending him flying through the air. Adam slams into a tree, hitting his head on the trunk. He falls to the ground, out cold. I hold my breath, shocked at what I've just witnessed. I'm not sure if I should feel relieved or afraid.I stand up, my heart still racing. Jacob looks over at me, his expression a mixture of pride and relief. I smile at him, clapping my hands. T
I hear a faint knock on my door, and I call out, "Come in!" The door opens a crack, and I see Jacob's head poke in. His face is flushed, and he looks a little nervous. "What's up?" he asks, his voice a little shaky. I try to sound reassuring as I reply, "Nothing much, just wanted to chat." Jacob steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Are you sure?" he asks, sounding skeptical. "I mean, you are only to call me when you need something."My heart is pounding as I take a deep breath and say, "Would you mind sitting next to me?" Jacob hesitates, his eyes shifting to the floor. "I'd rather stand, if that's okay," he says, his voice soft. I frown, trying to figure out what's going on. "Why?" I ask, my voice sounding a little demanding. Jacob shakes his head, refusing to meet my gaze. "I just would," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. I exhale slowly, trying to relax.I ask with a determined and stoic look, “do you know of the witch named Aurora?” I see the change i
Jacob looks surprised, his brow furrowed. "But it's so late," he says, his eyes wide and lazy. Jacob gives me a puzzled look, but he doesn't question me further. He follows me into my room and pulls out his phone. "What kind of weapon would you like to learn to use?" he asks, scrolling through his phone. I think for a moment, then say, "I want to learn how to use a bow and arrow." Jacob nods, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good choice," he says. "It's a weapon that takes skill and concentration to master.""Why the bow and arrow?" Jacob asks, a lazy smile on his face. "That's a little out of the ordinary." I lift my chin, my expression defiant. "I chose it because it's a weapon that allows me to stay out of reach of my opponent," I say, my voice firm. "It's faster and more effective than being up close, where they could get the upper hand." Jacob laughs, his eyes bright. "You sound like the woman that you are, can’t believe you were so scary moments ago," he says, his voice fu
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