"How many more kingdoms do we have to conquer before we face the South?" Lucien inquired from the sentinel that stood beside him." Twenty or more" he chipped in.They were on a battlefield and the night hung heavy over it. The silence was disrupted by the occasional clash of swords and the cries of the wounded that came from a distance.He stood tall and resolate at the back of his forces awaiting the arrival of the king of the Dracula's he was at war with.He would not desecrate his self ego by engaging in the war with his men without him showing his face.So he waited back at the back while his men faced the opposition at the forefront.His forces were a sight to behold. He had trained them for ages for this, for their vengeance.This was the beginning of their vengeance.Their pale skin and eyes were ablaze with thirst for victory. They wanted victory.They were clad in armors adorned with intricate patterns of blood-red and obsidian.They moved swiftly with deadly grace while so
Nova watched as the soldiers came to the cell to drag her out.Of course she knew why. The little devil of the Alpha's daughter, Skyla might have accused her of another crime. A crime she didn't commit obviously. A crime she would want to commit but couldn't because she had been locked up in the cell since the morning of the night she had been found and brought back to the pack by her sister.She was only let out whenever the pack had an occasion. That was when she was needed to join the bartenders in serving drinks and wine to the werewolves that had beta blood and a few chosen Omega's ranked high in martial arts or fighting.She had long learnt about the hierarchy system of the pack, afterall she had stayed with the pack for three years now and counting.Excluding her permanent lair which was the cell she was always locked back in, she had grown to tell alot about their lifestyle and how they drank and made merry almost all the time for reasons worth no celebrating.The mate she had
Damien's eyes switched from the list he had in them as the ladies took their turns giving his member a mouth job.Still engrossed in the pleasure, he has seen his chief warrior walk up to him in a haste that suggested something being wrong."The Vampires have defeated the Dracula's. They will be heading south next" he had whispered to his ears.His mouth opened and the desire and lust that had filled him before, seemed to sleep out of them as a cold expression took over his face.He pushed the women whom he had held passionately before when they pleasured him away and stood up from the open field he was in.He started walking to the cell. There was only one person to blame. She was the most likely suspect, afterall, only her had a vampire's mark on her neck.The Vampires would be coming to his territory soon. It was in the South and if truly he had defeated the Draculas, then nothing could stop them from heading south anymore.The Dracula's had been in an alliance with the werewolves
When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me a story.She told me the story of the Chosen Seed.The story of a witch and her daughter.She told me the story of the white witch who was the last of her kind and thus, was expected to be the one with the responsibility of restoring balance in the world of the night creatures before her departure.But she fell in love and got pregnant and birthed a baby girl.She raised her daughter so diligently, teaching her all spells that would make her greater than her and surpass her in the knowledge of witchcraft.She went miles ensuring that her daughter knew all about the age long feud between the Werewolves and Vampires and how them, the white witches were entrusted with the task of restoring peace and normalcy between the two night clans.She made her daughter know that the other witches who had not practiced spells enough were all killed either by Vampires or Werewolves when they went to settle disputes amongst them, and because of t
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as. "Shadow hunters!" She began.She was speaking to the werewolves she had trained whose jobs were to track down the enemies."We all witnessed what happened with the moon today. We all saw that the full moon did not stand even though it was meant to. We all heard the Oracle say that it would rise in a few days to come"" But hunters, we heard too how the guardian of the pack had said he saw Vampires in the forest"" Why would the vampires leave their Gothic Castl
Nova stared at the photo displayed on the screen of her cellphone.It was her boyfriend Lucas kissing his new girlfriend or "old" girlfriend like he had put it. When did it all end, she thought.A week ago he was all over her, doing the most for her to accept him as her boyfriend but now that she had accepted him, he was already making her regret it by dumping her already?Lest she forgot, she was not dumped, she was just used as a "stand in" like Lucas has put it.He had just used her as a stand in to replace his girlfriend who had travelled out of the country for a summit her parents had registered her for abroad.Never in her life had she felt so used and dumped.The audacity to send her a video of him making out with his new girlfriend or the old girlfriend, whatever she was to him, how would he dare send her a video of them making out?To spite her?To make her feel jealous?To feel superior?Holy cow, he wasn't even that handsome.His nose did not accentuate his face anyway, and
The Club lights burned her eyes to be honest.She felt a little bit overwhelmed too following this stranger. But what surprised her the most was how she followed him so he could show her what was greater than kissing.When he had said that to her, she had felt it, she had grown curious.He took her to where his car was.She stared at him. Who was he? She kept asking herself. Was he one of the magical girls he had spoken about too?His car had wings.She had seen cars that had wings before but they were reserved for those who owned Emeralds. The richest people in the community.Only the Ivy League girls at school were lucky to be brought to school in such cars.He beckoned on her to come closer, which she did.He carried her up, and placed her on top of the car. "Open your legs" he told her which she obeyed, giving him a space to stand in between them.He then starts kissing her. He bit her bottom lip and this made her catch her breath.She found out she was bleeding again.She looked
Damien had always had dreams.He had always had dreams about a woman.He always saw her in his dreams.She was always beautiful in them but she was not whom he wanted to see.He desired Freya, the Omega daughter of his father's friend who had died while defending their pack against a Vampire attack once.She was strong, stronger than most men of the pack. She did not dress like a female nor carry herself like one, instead she always trained to be better than others and even him.No one had ever been able to beat her, she was their teacher, she taught him and the other growing pack members how to fight with their physical strength, as well as how to use their claws and fangs against their opponents.She was also the one who helped them discover how to make use and control their speed and agility. She taught them alot and he has found himself falling for her.But he couldn't say it. His father wouldn't let it be because the Moon Goddess was the one who gave Werewolves their mates, she