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
Athena This guy has taken the business world by storm. Everywhere I go, everyone and every news outlet out there sings of his praises. I have since distanced myself from the corporate world and I have no desire to go back. I was not dubbed the genius kid for nothing. As long as I set my heart on something I achieve it. Since that fateful day, seven years ago, I decided to change everything about the old me. I left the corporate world and ventured into art. After three years, I made a name for myself. My paintings were highly sought after by the rich and famous. Undoubtedly, I am the wealthiest artist alive. I have made it my habit to stay out of the limelight though. Although many know my name, few know my face. I will show up only when the time is right. My twin babies come first. I need them to grow far away from the conceited and vicious life of the wealthy. Although they came into this world because of others' wickedness, I vowed to love and fiercely protect them the day I held
Flameheart I watch through the floor-to-ceiling window of my twentieth-floor office as the reporters gather at the office gates. Each one clamored for a chance to interview me. Ha! Life surely is unpredictable. Who knew that one day everyone would want to rub their shoulders with me? Just seven years ago I was an existence that none of them would give a quack about. None of them knew me. Even if they did, they would not spare a second glance at me. Now everyone who knows me wants to curry favor with me. Everyone is intrigued by my existence but none of them know the road I had to traverse to reach where I am. The heads of state tremble in my presence. No one dares to provoke me. I can safely say that I stand at the very pinnacle of power but still, I am not happy. The very reason I chose to return and establish my company in this God-forsaken country is because of one thing or should I say, a person. A girl. No. She is probably a woman now.The one girl I owe this success to. I do