Semua Bab Alpha's Human Mate- His Weakness: Bab 11 - Bab 20

DISTANT ECHOESELITE QUARTERS, GRENALIA."When I become the King of Grenalia, our cups shall never be without booze and women shall grovel at our feet."Josef proclaimed haughtily to his friends as they walked down one of the many streets in the Elite Quarters."Yes, my future King. And when you reign the kingdom shall be as prosperous as ever."one of Josef's apparently drunk companions said loudly as he staggered along."Josef," a voice called to Josef strongly from a side street.One of Josef's drunk friends turned to Josef and Josef nodded slightly to his friends to go on without him as he walked briskly into the side street to meet his father."Father, I'm here." Josef called out in the shaded street occupied by empty stalls which cast gloomy shadows all over the cobbled street.Harold stepped out from behind a stall and walked slowly to Josef while cracking his knuckles."Where is Princess Anna, Josef?" Harold asked his son Josef."I don't understand you Father," Josef said with

NEW WOLF'S SAGAWEREKULT, MORNING HOURS.Venus, the female werewolf trudged proudly into Werekult, the domain of Lycan's descendants with news for her Lord and commander.The seasoned werewolf passed various groups of younger werewolves who nodded slightly to her in reverence.Venus walked up to the palace doors and met a new set of guards.She puzzlingly eyed the guards then she moved towards the doors and pushed them open.Damon, who was parsing through some parchments and maps with a courtier, slowly turned his head towards the sound of incoming footsteps."Venus, my most efficient soldier," Damon boasted as he gestured towards the courtier to leave the room.Venus strutted close to Damon and bowed slightly."My lord, I bring very vital information."Damon raised an eyebrow and smirked as he walked back to the table with the parchments and maps on it."Speak!" Damon grunted."My liege, upon my espionage mission to the human city of Grenalia. I discovered the person who sponsored th

DEATH ENCOMPASSES ALLPLAINS JUST OUTSIDE GRENALIA, BATTLE BETWEEN THE VAMPIRES AND HUMANS.The screams and cries of dying and injured soldiers could be heard from across the length and breadth of the battlefield.Troops rallied, clashed and died as every inch of land was taken and retaken by blood and steel."Men, show no mercy to the Vampire scum!" Jurgen yelled at his troops as he hacked into a trio of vampires that beset him.The vampires were blessed with supernatural speed but Jurgen's long years of wars and intense combat training had sharpened his senses to a knife's edge.The High Marshall fought with a vicious precision and calculation of his enemies every move, compensating for his lack of speed with his agility that would put a panther to shame.The vampires slashed at Jurgen with their longswords but Jurgen parried the attack and kicked one of the attackers in the groin.As the vampire who he had struck reeled back in pain, Jurgen turned his attention to the second attack

BLADE IN THE SHADOWSKing Stefan was pacing about the Royal palace anxiously with the screams of soldiers and roaring of carts across the street below the castle when a guard rushed in.King Stefan turned around instantly and nodded to the guards who slowed to a reasonable walk when he came within talking distance from the King."Any news from the battlefield guardsman"King Stefan said as he tried to keep a stern face but his heart was heavy with anxiety over the incoming report.The guardsman bowed slightly to the King and began speaking as he rose back up."A good number of battalions have been decimated by the enemy, we lost a couple of commanders but the High Marshall still lives"King Stefan who was unknowingly holding in his breath as the guard was speaking let out a sigh of relief."Although my lord....I bring you grim tales" the guard said as he stood chest out to King Stefan."Speak guardsman""My King.....the vampires took prisoners, lot's of prisoners. They loaded them up

VICIOUS AMBITION"By the power vested in me as the King of Grenalia; I hereby appoint thee Harold Of House Horeby, High Marshall of Grenalia...go forth and wage war against our enemies and restore the honor and dignity of Grenalia"Harold smiled as he remembered the proclamation of King Stefan a few moons ago at the Royal Palace.A wet breeze blew through his hair as Harold standing by the shores of the Valed Sea shook himself from his thoughts and returned back to the situation at hand.Sweaty men that wore clothes covering just their waist were yelling orders among themselves as they worked hard to construct warships and barges."Chop the wood according to the official measurements!!"A Grenalian lieutenant barked at a group of younger soldiers that were hauling wood to the seaside.The soldiers carrying timbers upon their shoulders with occasional grumbling,dropped the timber on the seaside with great effort."Keep up the determination boys, we must have these ships ready in a few