At the sight of the blood fright grips me hard, I trembled and I imagine Tyler’s blood was what stained Lucien so much earlier, I staggered backwards and hit my back against a steel wall. A cold voice emanates from inside the cell, filled with disdain. "You're so clumsy. I can't believe you haven't been caught yet," the voice sneers. It belongs to Tyler, who’s still a stranger to me, his hands bound with chains and hanging from the top of the cell. He appears more beaten and worn than the last time I encountered him.Curiosity gets the better of me, and I cautiously approach the cell, peering through a small hole in the door. Our eyes meet, and a wave of unease washes over me. "Do you know where my mother is? I ask anxiously, with my gaze fixed sternly on him. "I don't know. I haven't seen her." He gives a sincere and uncertain answer, “there’s been a lot of prisoners brought in here day and night. With time it all begins to fade and you stop recognizing people. "Can you descr
As I make my way down the hallway towards the dining area, my ears catch the sound of hushed voices coming from a slightly ajar door nearby. Curiosity piques within me, and I find myself drawn towards the source of the conversation. I approach the door, which leads me to a small, dimly lit room.Inside, I see Lucien and Adam engaged in a conversation, their voices laced with a sense of urgency and although they were loud, I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying. The room is cozy and intimate, rather than a large conference space. The walls are adorned with elegant tapestries, adding a touch of sophistication to the atmosphere. A small bar occupies one corner of the room, stocked with a modest selection of drinks.I strain my ears, trying to catch snippets of their conversation. Their words mingle with the faint clinking of glasses and the occasional chuckle. It's evident that they are discussing matters of importance, their voices carrying an air seriousness and it’s even evident on
I sleep off later out of exhaustion and over feeding, my belle is hard and I feel a little uncomfortable but it is worth it. The food was delicious and I am grateful for Silver for always pulling up whenever I needed her. I lay in bed wondering what life outside of this confinement is like, I wonder if my favourite musician has a new song, I wonder what news are trending on my favourite social media platforms. Reminded of my friends back when life was sweet a bitter tear dropped from my eyes. I smiled and snuggled my bed before falling back asleep.Later in the morning as the soft embrace of sleep gradually released its hold on me, I was abruptly stirred by the distant sound of tires crunching against the gravel outside. My senses heightened, and I instinctively peered through the thin gaps in my curtains, trying to catch a glimpse of the source of the disturbance. To my surprise, a sleek car pulled up in the compound, and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized Lucien's girlfrien
In the dimly lit corridor, Adam's eyes meet Lisa's with a mix of seriousness and determination. He takes a deep breath, ready to share the unsettling truth he had witnessed moments ago."I saw her gown," Adam begins, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "She was here, Natasha, in the corridor. I don't know why I think she was spying on us,she saw us and it's clear she's up to something."Lisa's features contort with anger, her brows furrowing and her lips forming a thin line. The revelation sparks a fiery response within her, fueling her resolve to confront the intruder who dared encroach upon their private moments.Lisa and Adam are pacing back and forth, their faces contorted with anger and frustration. Natasha, the betrayed girlfriend, has stormed off, leaving them to face the consequences of their actions.“I can’t believe Natasha caught us like that! She must be crazy to be roaming around like that, I thought you said she wasn’t allowed outside of her room!” Lisa yell out
I don’t know why Adam is hell bent on making me kill Natasha but I’m definitely not ready for that, ever since she’s been in this house I’ve found absolute and total pleasure in all that she’s done, watching her in my computer screen is oddly satisfying, the perfect body and her cute little face. “My little pet” I say and caress the computer screen before, surrounded by monitors displaying live footage from the cameras I strategically placed in Natasha's room. Her every movement is captured, her presence filling my otherwise mundane existence. I watch her as she gets dressed, the soft curve of her body accentuated by the fabric that clings to her skin. A faint smirk plays at the corner of my lips, betraying the simmering desire that lies beneath my stoic exterior.In the depths of my mind, I ponder the motives driving Adam's relentless pursuit to have Natasha eliminated. His determination to rid her from my life puzzles me. Is it envy that fuels his actions? Does he see her as a thre
His razor sharp claws and fangs gnawing violently at me, I watch his every step as he circles around me, calculating his next possible moves and when he’s finally going to attempt striking me. As the tension reaches its peak, I feel a surge of power coursing through my veins. My transformation begins, my body shifting, bones cracking, as I embrace my half-werewolf form. Fur sprouts from my skin, my muscles bulge with newfound strength, and a primal growl escapes my throat.The other wolf, sensing my change, lunges at me with incredible speed. His jaws snap in mid-air, aiming for my vulnerable abdomen. With lightning reflexes, I twist my body, narrowly evading his deadly strike. The air whistles past me as his jaws miss their mark, and I can sense the raw power behind his attack.In response, I unleash a thunderous roar, my fangs bared in a primal display of dominance. The clash between us intensifies, a whirlwind of snarls, growls, and desperate lunges. Every move is calculated, ever
It all feels like a dream that started two days ago when she started caring about me and how I felt, now it’s almost like she’s totally forgotten that I killed her father in her presence and I’m holding her mother captive.“Is this girl really that short witted or she’s just putting up a facade?” I say to myself in my seated position, I am in my living from sat in front of a little fire when I heard one of my men’s voice. As the commotion echoes through the mansion, I hear the distinct voice of my trusted man, bellowing at Natasha. “I’m not going back with you,” she firmly asserts, her tone laced with determination. “Natasha, come back with me. It’s not right for you to be here,” he pleads, his voice tinged with authority.His commanding tone fills the air, urging her to return with him. My expression remains stoic and unmoving, giving no indication of the internal conflict I feel at the sight of her defiance.Natasha, undeterred by the man's demands, spots me sitting in the room a
After hearing Adam and Lucien’s conversation, I’m worried I might be annihilated if I mess things up, I decided in myself to steady my behavior and character throughout just to stay alive. As I navigate through the mansion, my steps measured and deliberate, I remain acutely aware of the dangerous undercurrents that run through this place. The knowledge of Adam's sinister intentions lingers in my mind, a constant reminder of the precariousness of my situation. But I'm determined to defy the odds and protect myself and my mother.In my silent pursuit of self-preservation, I find myself drawn to Lucien. Despite his cold and stoic demeanor, there's something about him that intrigues me, a flicker of vulnerability that I catch glimpses of in his eyes. I understand the risks of getting closer to him, but I believe that by staying near, I can uncover that part of him and safeguard my mother and myself.I observe him from a distance, watching his every move, studying the way he carries himse
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