When he thought things were getting better, when he felt loved and ready to forget all his furies and rages, they came back upon him like a storm on a comfy day. His heart was heavy as lead. He couldn't sleep; nor eat, though he wasn't given any.His rage was fueled by the agony of the memories, which filled every direction his eyes glanced with painful memories that tore at his heart.Every single eye movement brings back memories of his late mother, her beautiful smile, and white furs that sparkle in the dark. The pleasant aroma of her hair that tickles his nose every time she embraces or kisses him goodbye before leaving for work. Her gentle touch which makes his heart skip a beat every time he feels it while clutching his little hand.The more these memories flooded his mind, the more he resented himself for being weak enough to lose such a lovely mother. And now, after all this time, this is what he's become? A man who lost everything due to his own weakness. "They're simpl
Tigreal's heartbeat intensified at hearing that comment; he hoped it wasn't true, knowing that she wouldn't survive if she was truly in the wolves' territories."Where? Where is she?" Balmond questioned suspiciously"She's on her way here, sir, with her entourage." "I've given my guards orders to bring her to you," Blake said quietly.Balmond groaned heavily and smirked evilly at Tigreal."Go ahead and get her; I'll take care of her myself." Nothing beats watching one's sweetheart in pain...... can't wait to see that happen," he said.Tigreal could no longer control his fear and anxiety, fearing the worst. His heart pounded fast as thundering waves of blood rushed through his veins. All he wanted now was to run away with his lover, anywhere far away from here. To find a place where he wouldn't feel any harm, or maybe a cave where he'd hide forever. "This countenance looks familiar, this is the face of a crybaby wishing to run away. Yeah, running and fleeing is your thing. You can nev
Freya's POV "What is going on with me?Oh no, where is this weird energy emanating from? "I can't control myself," I shrieked terribly out of my heart, but no one could hear me because my agitated screeching was like a roar to them. The sound echoed through the wolves' domain like a summer thunderstorm, and all they could see was me growing bigger with each passing second until I stood before their eyes at about seven feet tall. "Run, She's transforming to a primordial Lycan", I could hear their tiny screams, forcing itself into my eardrums."She's coming, run or die!" I heard one say but not too far away from me. My vision grew blurry as my fur became thicker and more vibrant than ever, while still maintaining its black coloration; even though my claws had become sharp enough for ripping flesh off bones. And then there came that terrible feeling when you're on fire, yet your body is cold...my entire form began to glow red hot, making me look like an inferno burning right in front
Azure!!! She walks into the scene with egotism and pride, her long silky raven hair flows gracefully over her shoulders, while wearing a white gown adorned with dark glittering gems. Her skin glows in the night with beauty beyond compare. Her eyes sparkles with power and confidence, giving her a royal aura. She's hell itself! Her presence weaves a spell that sends chills down everyone's spine with every stride she makes. With each step she made, a magical power was unleashed, triggering the surrounding area to tremor violently while unleashing magical energies that surrounded them in an unseen barrier. "Freya!!!" Tigreal yelled, shaking her violently. She, however, was unable to hear or respond to the call. Her soul slowly deteriorates, drowning into darkness.Her body wilted and died, losing all of its vitality.Tigreal glared at Azure with rage displayed in his demeanor, as he clenched his fists tightly with the wish of pouncing on her and ripping her apart, however, he knew he
Tigreal found himself tightly bound with ropes and chains, surrounded by angry wolves standing tall with their ears pointed forward and paws ready. He was bewildered and disturbed, trying to make sense of what had just happened to him. All he could remember was a sudden burst of smoke and a rough hand tapping his shoulder before he lost consciousness.Confused and filled with rage, Tigreal struggled fiercely to break free from the chains that held him. "Where am I? What have you done to Freya?" he shouted, his voice filled with violence. He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him.A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed
Freya's POVAs I gradually opened my eyes, rays of light pierced through, flooding my vision. The world appeared blurry, and my body felt heavy, as though I had been in a deep slumber for an extended period. Attempting to move my fingers, I discovered my body was completely immobile, leaving me with no option but to gaze up at the unfamiliar ceiling.Surprise washed over me as I took in the intricate design above me. My room had always boasted a traditional Japanese-style ceiling, yet now, I found myself confronted with an ivory-themed masterpiece. It became evident that not only was my physical state altered, but also my sense of time.Lost in contemplation, I pondered how I had ended up in this place and why I felt so feeble. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room, jolting me back to the present."I think she's awake... I saw her blink her eyes," a voice declared."Really? I can't wait to witness what a real human looks like," another voice replied, their tone closer this time."
"Try it again," Xirza demanded in a cold and stern tone. His voice reverberated across the expansive field, resonating with the lightning flashing through the sky. The rain continued to pour heavily, accompanied by thundering winds sweeping across the plain.Tigreal swiftly regained his footing and tightened his grip on his wrists. His fangs grew larger and sharper, while his claws extended to their full length. Assuming a battle stance, he stood ready to counter-attack at any given moment. Illuminated by the lightning, his muscular form and beastly aura made him appear ferocious and lethal."Come on, come on!" he growled in a bestial voice, his eyes gleaming red with flames of anger and a hunger for vengeance."Don't disappoint me, Tigreal," Xirza instructed before issuing a command. "Attack!"Instantly, the werewolves in their half-human, half-beast forms dashed towards Tigreal, howling with a ravenous thirst for his blood. Their fur was drenched, and rainwater dripped from their bo
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the dense forest. Tigreal stood at the edge of the dark woods, his heart pounding within his chest. Fear coiled in his gut, threatening to hold him back, but his determination burned brighter. With a deep breath, he ventured into the unknown, guided by the flickering shadows that danced among the trees. Xirza had told Tigreal tales and fables of the wild and ravenous wolves living in the wild, strong, magical but almost difficult to control or settle deals with. However, Xirza advised Tigreal to give it a try, if he indeed wants victory to be his over the dark moons pack. Therefore, Tigreal guarded himself with braveness and valor, ready to go on this perilous journey, seeking for alliance.The forest seemed to come alive as Tigreal pressed forward, its ancient whispers and rustling leaves a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked within. Yet, he pressed on, his steps bold and resolute. His fangs glinted in the