You deceived me!" Benard snarled at the approaching warlock, Okiro. He was bound in heavy, enchanted chains, his arms spread out on the wall."Don't be ridiculous, Benard! You wanted power and that's what I'm giving you." Okiro casually said to the seething Benard."Power? I barely escaped with my life. The White wolf could have ended me right then and there." Benard hissed again."But he didn't." Okiro deadpanned.Benard looked down at his wounds that were slowly healing. Deep gashes and cuts that were seeping out dark blood. His organs would have easily been ripped out. He began to realize just how strong his opponent was...not like he didn't know before, it just became clearer."I want to be able to kill him." He said with gritted teeth."Patience, Alpha boy! The White wolf is not just any wolf. He taps power from a long, ancestral chain. Eventually, you'll defeat him but you must be patient." Okiro informed him."You were able to get some venom into his system, right?" He asked,
The forest is in disarray.Wildlife at home have now become stray.Smoke and flames rise up from the burning hay.And there's nobody to say if there would be another day. Debris and piles of carcasses are scattered across the bare, bloodied ground, as men who are heavily armed trample upon them. Orders are being yelled out and these orders are being carried out immediately. It was Genocide.These humans were carrying out genocide on species they deem to be unfit to live. They have just finished annihilating a whole pack of werewolves, the only known surviving supernaturals and on the brink of extinction. Pedro Sanchez, the current leader of the genocidal group, "The cut" is standing in the midst of the whole chaos. He had conquered yet another foe. In his tight grip is the head of a dead alpha, bloodied and battered.He raised up the head for all to see, songs of victory filling the air. To Pedro, Victory belongs to the brute.Pedro will always be the brute he needs to be...to conti
Benard's povMy fingers subconsciously played with the rings that had just adorned them. A cloak was resting on my rather lanky frame, weighing me down both figuratively and literally.I had just been made the Alpha of the North claw. One of the strongest, biggest and surviving packs around. I used to be the beta until few weeks ago.News reached us that our Alpha's mate, who was about to finish her customary 2 years medical service to her birth pack, was dead. She was slaughtered along with the rest of the pack in a clear genocidal act. Avery was the best thing that ever happened to our alpha, Nolan Wolf. He was broken... shattered to unfixable bits. He hid himself in his Chambers for days, ashamed of the fact that he hadn't been able to protect his soulmate.I watch my alpha fade away. Succumb to the pain that came with such loss. I watched him drink and cry himself to sleep. I watched him bed endless streams of desperate she-wolves, in an attempt to feel something else. I watched h
Benard's pov"Alpha! The trackers are back. They would like to have a word." A Delta said, approaching me as I sparred with a couple pack members on the pack's training ground.His eyes were cast downwards even as he spoke, and he had a slight tremble in his voice. I gulped the content of a nearby bottle of water, eyeing him.The training ground was filled up with deltas and pack members alike, male and female. No one was too weak to train in North claw pack. The deltas were the warriors and highly trained ones, responsible for everything that has to do with warfare and training of the other pack wolves.A lot of training activities were going on as the stench of sweat and andrenaline filled the air.I finally took slow steps towards the delta before me. My cloak was suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and rings were placed on my fingers. These were the symbol of an Alpha supreme's dominance, think of it like a crown on a king's head. The cloaks were usually made of fur of large ani
Abigail's POV18+ scene ahead... Reader's discretion.My breathing was ragged as I dragged my little sister farther away from that monster. It looked like a very large dog...or wolf?Maria, my little sister was slowing down, making me put in more effort in trying to not get us mauled to death.My eyes were teary and breathing became more labored. Maria was sobbing and calling silently for our mother. Her hands were subconsciously fiddling with the rosary hanging over her neck. I won't let that monster lay a hand on my sister...ever.We were currently in the middle of the woods, running through a maze-like path, constantly meeting dead ends and changing routes hopelessly. The only light guiding us was that of the moon, we weren't even properly clothed for such a bitter experience." I c... can't...go .. further..p.. please Abby." Maria muttered, in between breaths.I was already starting to shake my head furiously, dragging my sister from the muddy ground where she lay in exhaustion."
Abigail's POVRage. Pure rage was the only emotion I felt as I walked down a long hallway in our mansion. My mother had to come up to my room earlier to "threaten" me to join some stupid family dinner. I knew Fernando would be there, and I honestly don't want to have any confrontations with my elder brother. How everything was going on directly under my nose, I had absolutely no idea. Everyone seemed to be okay with keeping things from me. Feeling like some goddamn outsider in your own home was certainly not the best confidence boost.I could still remember the smug look on his face and the shocked look on mine, when I realized that Fernando was the infamous and ruthless"Chaos". Known for his vicious styles of fighting and merciless slaughtering of his opponents, Chaos was dreaded by both my father's men and even supernatural creatures. He was a perfect heir for my father, making me wonder what exactly was my use to him. Perhaps, I'd find out sooner.I was finally face to face with t
Abigail's POVIt's been three days since my parents told me about Carter, my soon to be husband.... totally makes me want to puke. I was sitting in my room, sharpening a really fancy dagger... bored out of my fucking mind. I'm really starting to have a liking for knives.Carter Rodriguez, the son of one of my father's numerous "business partners", also used to be buddies with Fernando when they were younger. He was the kind of guy who would date numerous girls back then, only for every single one of them to break up with him in a matter of weeks. Carter had recently inherited his father's arm dealing company after the latter died of colon cancer. A very tragic occurrence if you ask me, because I heard his mother died long ago also because of cancer... wouldn't be surprised if his Zodiac sign is Cancer too.Carter's sudden ownership of his late father's business had brought more success than expected. His wealth amassed and also did his power. The Rodriguez family was back in business
Unknown pov...My hind legs pushed me with more and more force, making me move incredibly faster. The trees sorrounding me became blurry as I dodged and jumped past them. My snow - like fur bristled in the rushing wind, as my paws dug into the earth with more force. Power coursed through every part of my body, giving me both an exciting and dreadful feeling. I felt out of control and in control at the same time. It was mind blowing.I came to a sudden halt when I caught a foul stench...the stench of intruding wolves. Wolves that were about to meet their end.Letting out a low growl, my razor-sharp claws elongated and I licked my fangs in excitement. I slowly tracked the scent, making sure to be as stealthy as possible.At a height of 5'11 or there about, and my extremely large size, it was hard to sneak up on someone. Then again, I don't really do much sneaking...I go straight for the kill.Immediately I pounced on two wolves, breaking the neck of one with my jaw. The other one regai