Swords clashed together, giving out loud sounds as the men who handled them tried opposing each other with their strength and their different levels of aggression.The heavens were already welcoming the large amount of smoke which were ignited by the large burning of buildings and people.Yes..! People! One of Richard's men had been angered to a point he picked up one of the dark wolves' men and tossed him into a little Region which the dark Wolves' warriors had used to make a camp.The woods were not so much, so was the fire, but when he had seen the fire had caught a little portion of the guard's clothing, he swiftly moved into picking up a bottle of alcohol which he perceived the men had been drinking from. With the bottle in his hand, he smiled as he uncorked it and immediately poured out all the contents of the bottle on the guard, igniting more of the flames ok the guard.He screamed and yelled out in his pain, his skin was burning, he could feel his skin wrinkling deeply and t
"You..!", Luke said as he saw the face of the man who stood at the opposite side of the well. He wouldn't seem surprised, he just felt a bit disappointed about the path he chose after the incident with took place years ago between them."The name's Jefferson..!", he replied with a scorn on his face, looking at Luke with all anger and hatred, hoping he would phase through the well and strangle Luke to death."I don't care about your name..!", Luke scoffed as he spoke, staring at his stature which seemed less impressive than what he had expected if they ever crossed paths "You should..", Jefferson said, nodding his head with a smile on his face, staring at Luke keenly with repugnance."..so you'll be able to describe the man who killed you when you get back to your maker..!", He said again, chuckling at his own joke while he took some steps "You wish you can kill me Jefferson..!", Luke smiled as he joined Jefferson in taking some steps round the well.Both their eyes never left each o
"Move it..", Rachael commanded with a sword placed to the back of the neck of the guard as he led them to where he claimed the prisoners were being held hostage. They took the stairs which was slowly leading them to a dungeon, and underground vault which consisted of nothing but darkness. But with an oil lamp in the hands of the guard and one in the hands of Victoria who stood behind Rachael, Rachael held tightly to her sword as she placed the tip of it at the back of the guard's neck. She became furious all of a sudden, becoming tougher within the space of a minute, but the guard was all throughout quiet, leading the way in silence, not having an iota of fear in the way she spoke and the sword behind his neck. Onto the dungeon, all that accompanied was darkness, and the only source of lighting was that which the guard and Victoria held. While they walked, Victoria was startled by something very minute. She shook her legs and pointed towards the ground when she saw some rats and m
Lucian had on his body, a sleeveless red robe long enough to have it's lower part sweeping through the floor, and his hair was in a mess as he paced round the entire room, pondering on the battle which had come to his doorstep.He looked out the window, and the great carnage which had swept through his pack and all his success had put him in the state of complete insanity.He ran his hand through his hair, grinning at the pain and the frustration which overwhelmed him, the feeling of loosing the battle to his greatest rival.What annoyed him the most was the tree Wolves which he had paid to take down Richard, there were present in the compound, joining forces with the one he considered enemy, taking down his men with their skilled weapons and their fast movement.What lies did Richard bombard their brains with? He pondered on the things which he considered to be true, the things he felt Richard was capable of doing, and for a moment his frustration had taken control over him, eating h
His words were becoming provocative, making him enraged as every second passed, and feeling the pain of loosing his first born, the moment was tragic, and there and then, he imagined himself ripping off the bowels of this monster.He watched as Richard threw his dead son's head up in the air, and watched as he used his sword to cut through the already dead head.He could hear the sound of ths head thudding on the ground, watching the head open up in two parts separated from each other.He watched as blood flowed out from the different parts of the head, he watched as the parts of his brain began to fall out from each half of his brain.His eyes were drowned in the movement of the blood, it's colour being deeply red, moving slowly across the floor, things he had never seen or couldn't even recognize, they were on the ground.He could see the other half of his son's head, the one which contained the eyes, they stared at him, and the sight of it made his body pale, sending shivers down h
The pain was excruciating, the feeling of having the unusual emptiness was disgusting, the sight of his forelimbs was terrifying, and he couldn't believe that what he saw was the reality of things.He couldn't move his hands just the way he usually did, he laid on the ground helplessly, and with the little idea which creeped into his mind, he thought pushing himself backwards with his legs at least to a point where he would be able to get a better view of Richard.But his robe was his limitation, his fashion sense was his hindrance at this point as he had to move his legs but his clothing wouldn't let him. He groaned in a frustrating tone, wouldn't death be better than what he was facing at this moment in his life?The thoughts and wish of death coming to take him was not yielding any efforts, and being stucked with this man in the same room was haunting.His guards and his men have obviously been taken out in battle, and rescuing him from the hands of Richard seemed impossible, he c
He grinned at the sound of the voice which stopped him from executing the plans he had for Lucian.He stopped mid air, staring at Lucian. The scared alpha was helplessly laying on the ground, with his eyes shut towards what was coming his way, the only thing stopping him from receiving the dose of his first torture was the voice which had prompted Richard to stop. "My Lord..", the voice had called out to Richard. The voice seemed familiar, like someone he knew very well, possibly it could have been Luke.But what would be the right response to his greetings and pleasantries?He wouldn't have known what he had in mind to don't Lucian on the ground, but if for a reason, the essence of this interruption was worth it, then, it might have been Lucian's lucky day. Not only did hear the voice of this man, also he could over hear the footsteps of people, which showed this man could definitely bit be alone in this.He had to reason for this distraction, this disturbance that stopod him from
What..!!? That's impossible. His men were about to have some sort of marathon sexual ordeal with his mate. She wouldn't be able to handle what was to come.Lucian's wolf growled within him, but of what use was it when he couldn't help defend the one his heart did beat after. He yelled out, but it's seemed to Richard that he was someone who never existed in this reality. His shouts and his yells, his cries and his pleas meant nothing to Richard."She won't take it.. she'll die..", Lucian's wolf growled even more, in an angry tone, wanting to be released from it's cage and act on it's own will.But the fear of this man would spring up new knowledge and wisdom for itself as this man seemed more dangerous than he ever thought.What could have really happened? Unto this very moment, Lucian had not been able to believe the way this war went, he had not recovered from the loss of his limbs, and the loss of his son, and now his mate, possibly his life would be gone sooner or later.But what