All Chapters of The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

There was only one important old individual who did not turn up, and she was a really important part of their ritual. "Where on earth is Marietta?" Criselda, who had taken over the proceedings from the three others who had departed the circle after an hour, was irritated by the situation. It had not shocked anyone because it was evident that the hulking old hug was either attempting to return to her cabin in the witch village or had fallen asleep and forgotten about her responsibilities. The silver-haired witch added, "Wipe off that bitter puss, sweetheart; she will come soon. Late usual." Norma spoke in hushed tones to Criselda. "She will come, maybe a day late," Norma added with a wink. Criselda responded with a whisper, "She has the audacity to rule with a tyrant's majesty." "I am, and should continue to be, the leader of this coven." "I think you should keep your mouth shut," Norma mumbled to her. "You have no chance against her strength if you are alone. You and I have the ab

The ogre was killed, and the audience erupted in applause, exclaiming that they were ready for the next prey. Darwin despised the obnoxious members of his audience. He regarded them as a swarm of animals, swept away by their own bloodlust and exploited by their leaders in the same manner that their performers were exploited by their audiences. Of course, it wasn't something new for him. The throng had no idea that he, the most dreadful and bloodthirsty lycan in the land, would show up in their ring of blood and death to attack them. Not now, but soon. Darwin thought to himself.Though he has the ability to eliminate them all in an instant if he so desires, he wouldn't do that just yet.When the signal surged or the announcement of a meaningless bang of a massive drum heralded the start of the battle, a hive of useless, dumb pests and a hornet-like lycan audience roared in delight. Yes they were stupid and bloodthirsty, and this was especially true when the mob was otherwise intelligen

Human RealmPresent TimeJanet unpacked and spread her belongings on the floor, much to her delight, discovering an aspirin tablet, chocolate bars, a water bottle, a fire starter, nuts, tissue paper, and an extra shirt amongst the other things in her backpack."Did you take all that from the museum's canteen? Where the hell is the book?" Ryan asked. He was Janet's best friend, and right now he was just pissed."Wait… what book are we talking about here, Ryan?" Janet asked and raised her eyebrows, checking the last thing in her backpack."Seriously? I was under the impression you had it with you? The book of the Lycans. The book from the museum would lead us to the map."Janet went through her belongings one more time and discovered that none of the books Ryan had mentioned were in there. "There isn't a book here.""How come you didn't bring it with you?" Ryan screamed and went to her side, where he rummaged through the backpack himself."Ryan, I don't know what to say. Maybe… I don't

Perhaps Janet was in desperate need of blood and needed to burn through some fuel. The fact that no matter how far she travels, her thirst will never be quenched, is imperative for her. So she decided that the best she could do was just accept the fact that being human was a terrifying experience. Powerless and helpless. Eventually, after some time, Janet's thirst burns out, and they slowly navigate the dusk with only two flashlights while the earlier orange glow of the sunset has gone. Slowly, they walked to their goal. Yet, there was nothing but the sound of their footfalls echoing into the darkness ahead of them. It was so odd that on these nights, there was not even a trace of crickets or another creature. It was like even the wildlife itself was afraid of the dark. Janet was light-headed with hunger and thirst, and she couldn't stop thinking about the blood she had long ago. "Ryan, you say the green liquid won't make me hungry. But I'm bloody hungry now." "What really? How come

A cold like this has never occurred to him before, despite having spent the majority of his life in the nearby county. Frostbite was rapidly approaching his ears and cheekbones, and even with the protection provided by mittens, he was already losing fine-motor control in his hands. When the snow intensifies, they are blasted directly in the face by an ominous wind that gives the impression of a violently shaken snow trail. But the snow was getting thicker, and it was becoming nearly impossible to steer with anything approaching efficiency. They pushed on through it, moving as quickly as we could. Ryan's cheeks have turned blue three hours after they first appeared. He was shivering uncontrollably. Janet's hair was also matted with snow at the time of the interview. We should go back," Ryan said in a mildly stuttering voice through jabbering teeth. "D, I think we should go back," Ryan said. The wind has become deafening in its volume and intensity. A confused look crossed her face, a