Bound To The Night Alpha

Prologue

Alenna

Two centuries ago, before the domination of werewolves, lived the fearsome days of vampires, in league with the witches. A forged alliance that promised a prominent darkness to rule over the days of the past.

Existence was shrunken, survival diminished, and life itself withered little by little. There was no savior, no knight, no hero produced by the old or new gods to save humanity. No matter the prayers, the pleas, the cries to the sky, to the old and new gods. There was no interference from them, it was as though they didn’t exist or care to save them as well as listen to their clamors.

Chaos mounted the world of supernatural, darkness swayed out the peace, and an era of havoc began.

For decades following decades, the world was thrusted into a pirating darkness. The endless abyss of chaos, and the constant shambles of destruction. It was never ending, a version of the end.

Tales spoke of how children were born, raised, and died to the world’s cruelty. Only darkness thrived, and there lived no light to give hope.

Only fear walked with the rest of existence as their only companion.

Many many decades later came the birth of my father into the shrouding darkness, swallowing it all as he brought back the four seasons that sparked the end of the world’s longest living chaos.

He grew to become the world’s hope, the people’s savior, and their way out of the shadows.

Light returns to the world’s heart. Stories were the old god and new have finally listened to their worshipper and sent forth a savior.

A man, born with the reddest eyes, forged by the goddess herself, blessed and touched with the gods' divinities, he was destined to bring the world out of darkness, out of chaos. He was to end the cruel era, and bring back the age of light and peace.

As ordained, my father sets out for war, alone against the darkest forces reigning supreme.

He defeated them, brought them all to their knees, made history and gave back to the world an era well deserving. My father became a god for people to worship, to love, to adore and follow.

The world was once back to what it used to be. The sky cleared up for the sun, and light returned.

My father was then crowned the rightful king of Xaos. Home of the supernaturals, he built a clan under a Phoenix sigil, and became the honorable lord of House Grewin.

He wedded a woman, reigned as the kindest king, laid my mother to bed several times to extract my existence. Mine, and my brothers.

He grew our city to become the most powerful kingdom in Xaos, forged with strength and power. The kingdom thrived, and went on to become the capital of the whole of Xaos.

Many years had gone by after the battle of the light against shadow. Where light won, supported by the wheel of fate.

Now a new foe has risen, he goes by the name Night Alpha. His rebels began from claiming small villages, then expanded his dominion into cities, declaring himself a conqueror.

As the world’s first born hero, my father thought it was his duty to locate this Night Alpha and put him to his knees.

His Majesty, Lord Erx Grewin would leave with hundreds of men to defeat the Night Alpha before the Night Alpha would take more homes, but he would never return.

However, the Night Alpha made an arrival into the kingdom’s largest city. My home.

He would lay waste to our tents, burn down the buildings, draw swords at lives, and exert himself as the new king.

When his eyes fell on me, Fate once again procured, only it wasn’t in my favor this time around. I’ve been doomed, I’ve been fated to the night Alpha.

And this is my story.