Blood Wolves: The Ressurection

Chapter 2: DeathThird Person’s POVAt the central part of the blessed land, in an open square surrounded by the burning buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, a group of men and women in luxurious attires stood in front a couple of heavily wounded individuals with indifference and greed blatantly showing in their noble and haughty faces.The king of the Artermia Kingdom, King Regor Ark stood at the helm of the group while looking down empathetically at the fallen warriors and Priestess of the Blood Wolves Clan.The feeling of exhilaration flowing in King Regor’s body could not be any more intoxicating as he smiled benevolently at the jade-like beauty of the Priestess in front of him.King Regor lifted his hand to pinch the Priestess’ chin as he used his other hand to caress her soft and silky black hair. It is as if he is caressing a treasure that he could not bear to part with.“Priestess Eva’s beauty could even

Death IIIThird Person’s POVThe moonless night allowed the darkness to deepen, and even shadows could not be seen to the scattered soldiers of the Royal Ark Clan that are now cleaning up the breathless bodies of the clansmen of the Blood Wolves clan.Each cold body of the children, women, elderly and the warriors are piled up like small hills at the central square where Priestess Eva’s body lays.The trail of blood and the burnt down buildings around the central square added to the gloom of the darkest night that have ever happened to the peaceful-loving Blood Wolves clan.The sounds of bodies scraping the ground seems more prominent as the blessed land quieted down with the last bouts of killings to those member of the Blood Wolves clan that have managed to escape to the edge of their lands but were unable to leave due to their intense loyalty.Soran curled down on the rough ground of the dark tunnel as he tried to clutch at th

LifeThird Person’s POVSoran mourned for Asha and the rest the Blood Wolves clan members that have lost their lives unjustly in just a night.He carried Asha’s cold body to the temple of the Blood Wolves clan that is especially built for the Priestess. The temple’s position is at the peak of the only mountain of the blessed land.And it is for the Priestess to be closest to the pure light of the moon that feels the same as the origin of their existence.Soran trudged up towards the rough terrain while carrying Asha on his back. Sweat trickled down his pale and haggard face as he single-mindedly continued his trek with pupils blended in darkness.The warm touch of the morning sun did nothing to alleviate the coldness that is currently occupying his heart and soul.Soran has never felt so useless and pained. He could not protect Asha, and he is alive while the rest of his clansmen are dead.He could not even se

Change Third Person’s POV Selestine, the land of the wolves is a vast and verdant land filled with towering mountains and snaking forests. The Moon goddess created his beloved werewolf race while allowing them to occupy Selestine with freedom to slowly build their own civilization. Four kingdoms gradually emerged from the nomadic and scattered tribes of the first werewolves, and they individual clans formed as the kingdoms progressed to the right track. Artemia Kingdom is situated at the central part of Selestine, Fressia Kingdom that was made up of the Arctic wolves rooted themselves up in the north, and the west and east is the territory of the Black and White Kingdom that adheres to their own beliefs without much love for their creator. But, the two kingdoms still follows the inherent celebration of the full moon while worshipping the Moon goddess along with their own invented gods. The Black Kingdom in the west is a kingdom filled with wild and ag

Full MoonThird Person’s POVWind whistled past the carriage as it ambled swiftly through the dust-filled road accompanied by the rushing hooves trampling down the scattered grasses of the capital city’s outer periphery.It has been five hours since Asha sat inside the narrow space at the back of the carriage that is full of secured wooden crates. She could not even feel her own body anymore due to the numbness, but her mind is not even focused on the pain that used to be unbearable to her on a daily basis as it floated faster than her to the capital where the Royal Ark clan’s ancestral home is situated.A ball of regret could not be diminished in her heart as she thought of the fact that she is unable to do anything when her enemies are just close at hand.A sudden stop caused the carriage to shake as the sounds of neighing rang loudly in the air with the boisterous voices of the middle-aged uncle and his subordinates.&ld