UnknownWhilst Gunther rushed to Sussexville to gather the agents, Athena was not sitting idly by. She had decided that she had been sitting idle for too long. Her perpetrators had since forgotten about the pain and humiliation they caused her. To make matters worse, they decided to humiliate her man! Athena was enraged. Although she gives off a gentle and demure facade, deep within lay a decisive and daring woman. She has bottled plenty of emotions since she was young. All the injustices surged forward and roused the deep-seated rage and hatred she has been trying to suppress for years. All this was because she knew that the same people who destroyed her seven years back, were the same people targeting Flameheart this time around. They say that when the sky is angry, storms besieged the earth, and when a person is angry, disaster ensues. This is the very situation that Athen is in. She has put up with a lot of nonsense from her family and their friends as well as colleagues. She can
FlameheartIt has been three days since my subordinates began attacking the Elite Alliance. Yet the latter had countermeasures. Their shares would drop significantly and in the next three hours or so, rise back again. As frustrating as it is for the Genius Agency lot, it is no big deal for me. After truly thinking long and hard about it, I do not want to give them such an easy way out. These frustrations are just a marinade. The real deal is what's coming after. It was my idea after all. I am the one who told my subordinates to go easy on them but not without considerable damage. All businesses linked to the Elite Alliance have to suffer considerable losses. I do not want them to be wiped off anymore. My ploy is to lure those operating in the dark behind the alliance out in the open. Hence I instructed my people to not go all out. If they are to truly struggle with such an easy task, then they certainly would not have been worthy of being part of the Flameheart Genius Agency. Just
Flameheart"Whatever you do, you must not reveal your true identity to this vampire, Aiden." Uncle Arthur warns me through mindlink. I know that he is worried but even the demons that abducted me died without knowing my true identity. Emberwing is way stronger than I ever gave him credit for. These people do not know that it is easier for me to conceal my aura that even one with a discerning eye, can miss it. Instead of worrying about me, Uncle Arthur should worry about himself. After all, the two of them are old acquaintances. The vampire is bound to recognize him. Once that happens, I am quite certain that he will ignore me and focus on Uncle Arthur, instead. However, just to make him feel at ease, I retract my elongated claws and steady m bubbling rage. Then I look at him and give a slight nod. Afterwards, I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn to look at the vampire king before feigning ignorance. I am to infuriate this deranged old vampire. "What's up with you, pal? Did you somehow
Vampire KingEven in their death, those white witches still pose a huge threat to my existence. It infuriates me to know that even though I orchestrated the annihilation of their entire race, they still have the power to suppress me from beyond the grave.Ha! I am so ashamed to proclaim that I have roamed the earth for over a thousand years. When I am still haunted by those long-dead. As a vampire, nothing fazes me anymore, yet the existence of the white witches managed to put me in my place. Especially that hybrid Seraphim. She made my life so miserable when she was alive. Not only was she born from a powerful witch, but her father was also the greatest warrior known in werewolf history. Her mother was the queen of witches. The fact that the witches had a rapport with the werewolves made her union with the alpha prince feasible.Everyone in their respective realms was exhilarated when it was announced that she was mated to the alpha prince. For a while, they were really invincible.
FlameheartEven though Uncle Arthur explained it so lightly, I am quite terrified. Knowing that I possess so much power scares me. I thought that I was powerful enough until today.Such an immense amount of power terrifies me. The reason is, with immense power, comes great responsibility. To think that Uncle Arthur just had to use part of the spell to scare a thousand years old vampires away terrifies me. "The vampire king has been secretly observing you but I have since known it. Knowing that he cannot come out yet and face the sunshine, I deliberately lured him to the white witches' territory. The fog makes it easier for him to come out and show himself. At the same time, I wanted to deal a psychological blow to him. As long as he feels that there is a spell within the witches' territory that restrains his power, he will not venture into that area again. That place will be your training ground henceforth." Uncle Arthur explains."Then how will we go there if he is always observing
Unknown POVBeneath the pallid glow of the crescent moon, the Vampire King Damon paced the cold marble floors of his ancient castle. A tempest of thoughts swirled within him like an imprisoned storm, the serene façade of his regal stance belying the turmoil that teased and roiled in his eternal mind. His eyes, burning with the embers of midnight fire, were cast out toward the horizon where his ominous encounter with Flameheart still haunted the edge of his consciousness.Since the clash, one question gnawed at him relentlessly; was Flameheart human, or was he a werewolf? The ease with which Flameheart had maneuvered the confrontation, the feral grace, and the way his eyes held a smoldering ember that seemed both foreign and eerily familiar, all pointed towards a lineage that should not exist. Could it be? Could Flameheart be the progeny of Seraphim and Hesperus, the werewolf royalty that Damon himself had vanquished three decades ago? The very thought set his veins ablaze with a dread
Unknown The night air quivered with an electrifying charge, a current that swept through the forests, mountains, and valleys, igniting a wildfire of elation. Under the gaze of a waxing moon, the werewolves of the world stood in poised silence, their fur bristling with anticipation. Flameheart, the alpha of alphas, had sent out the call.It began as a whisper in their minds, a tendril of thought so faint it could have been mistaken for the wind. But swiftly, the whisper amplified into a roar. A mindlink of unprecedented power that connected every werewolf under the celestial dome.In the snow-clad expanses of Siberia, the packs abandoned their timeless dance with shadows and raised their muzzles to the star-jeweled sky. A chorus of howls resonated, rejoicing in the unity that Flameheart’s mindlink had forged, a unity they had scarcely dared to dream of. Their voices carried across the tundra, echoing the merriment that rebounded through the continents.Deep within the Amazon, the isol
Flameheart The night air has been alive with a chorus of jubilations, each howl a testament to the unity and loyalty of the wolves, flowing through the personal link that I have opened up to Athena. It is a symphony of souls, a celebration of an ancient and unbreakable bond that tethers every wolf under the moon’s watchful eye. And as I allowed Thena the privilege to listen, something stirs within her. A longing, so deep and visceral.She is standing on the balcony, her gaze cast toward the argent disk that is hung low in the inky sky, the source of all werewolf lore. A distant look adorns her usually bright eyes, for the connection she has just witnessed is more than a physical phenomenon. Rather, it is a spiritual communion. I watch as a single tear traces a path down her cheek, but it is not born of sorrow, it is born of envy.Slowly , I approach her whilst holding her gaze. Hoping that my presence will be a comforting warmth against the evening chill. Twirling her around, I wrap