All Chapters of Into The Willow Tree: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The people were hungry and had started a civil war as he sent almost all his high rank into battle. The civil war got so bad that he promised himself after his first war he wouldn’t step foot into battle again as he and his men returned to nothing but poverty and chaos. Someone had tried to claim his throne and it had caused an inner war between his people.Keilo sneered. His body fully morphed into his Lycan. There were no words that needed to be conveyed. He was going for the kill.Ceberus tried to shift. Forcing his body to morph and yet nothing happened. He was panicking now. Something was wrong. He tried to stand up but was grabbed in the head and had been thrown off from his window.Thud.He didn’t fall on the grass but his front porch. He had landed on the shade of his front door.His pack stared.Keilo had semi-morphed back into his human side.Stepping on the window sill he looked down.“I’ve le

“For Death holds no hands to take.” _____   Ceberus felt suspended in time. Cocooned like an infant, he was in and out of consciousness, there was so much warmth wrapped around him, he felt content and safe. Ceberus never knew such an experience was obtainable, he wanted to stay forever, to feel such gentle caress from within, he should have known death was kind. Sometimes he could feel someone’s thoughts invading his peaceful mind. He never minded it though, it was always pleasant, an unspoken conversation that never took place.He could always feel her, always just her. There was no humming or a sweet melody. There was just a flow of wholeness, oftentimes he could imagine sleeping with somebody their body pressed against him. Time would pass by in a blur. Ceberus started to wake up more often. He didn’t like that, he wanted to stay where he was, always trying to fight back, always wan

“Do not mock Rage, for she is no friend but a facade of Justice trying to avenge her wounded Pride.” _____   Benedict had gathered scouts to inspect the sacred lands of the Custodian. He could feel the bile rising up through his throat, He knew deep down what they were doing was wrong and had prayed to his deity for forgiveness, asking for her compassion as to why the lands had to be theirs. Through research, it had been known that the Sacred Grounds were blessed, that a special tree was residing within, that even its soil was worth a thousand riches, and yet no man had ever tried to place their feet on such sacredness. The title was never official; it had only been rumored and through stories had they been told that deep within those grounds had been his deity’s resting place. That the wind had carried the wails of the unborn children, some had said the wind would also sing their laughter and yet when the world was asle

“For I know you, a man of scream, seeking vengeance to the unwounded hands that never fed.” And the world had showered in blood, for if Death had a weather it would be this one. Benedict always thought the line was an exaggeration. His mother used to tell him stories about the Custodian. She had said to him once that Death had fallen for her when the Custodian had danced with her blade and made the sky, the sea, and the earth covered with blood. In front of him stood such a malicious beast. He crouched all fours stretching, waiting to pounce. A Lycan had burst from the trees and just like that his throat went into Ceberus’ gullet. One by one he had pounced, clawed, and drank Benedict’s scout's blood. He started shaking in fear. Such power and death oozing from his very pores. He didn’t know their former Alpha was hiding such power, he couldn’t understand why he had looked so weak when confronted. How he was thrown out of the