Bianca has become another being. Is that going to change a sweet girl into a beast forever? Read the next chapters to find it out. With Love, Pompei.
“Why should we ever bother with Jenn?” A short bearded man put Jenn’s top on Dervel’s desk. “That’s a gift from me, boss. I know you like souvenirs.” Dervel put a wry smile on his face and sniffed the piece of material. “I was just one step from eating her. But my gut told me to refrain. Her hatred towards Bianca can be helpful; I need to figure out when and how.” The dwarf, humorously called Stacy after his wife, who split up with him just one week into their marriage, showed a bit of discomfort. “I don’t know about you, but chicks in the team equal just one thing - complications.” “You don’t get it, Stacy.” Dervel uncovered his mouth. He had a soft spot for him. Stacy was treated like a curiosity in a circus by the whole pack, excluding Dervel who really liked him. “I’m not planning to use Jenn, only her sick jealousy. She will pay for all our sins if it's played out well. Then, after she has done her part, we’ll leave her like litter in the street.” “So…” The dwarf pic
He was hidden between the rocks. However, the sound of bird wings hovering above drowned out his heavy breath. It was dark, and he couldn’t see any of them in the space between the rocks. Nonetheless, one thing was certain, there were hundreds of birds attracted by the majestic force of Bianca. She moved soundlessly towards Crave, looking much taller and much stronger than ever before. Crave couldn’t shift entirely into a wolf. He was paralysed by the fear and didn’t even think about putting up a fight. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, big cold claws snatched his arms so that Crave couldn’t move even an inch. Bianca lifted him without any effort like an eagle and flew over the rock in the cloud of other birds. The claws pierced Crave’s arms; soon after, streaks of blood stained his defenceless body. He even kept his legs still because every abrupt jerk electrified his body with pain. So, frozen like an icicle, Crave hovered in the black cloud of birds, not knowing what he wa
Drops of water were falling from her as she sat in the same room, under the same black ceiling and on the same oak chair as a week ago. She said nothing, waiting for Dervel to begin. What should her feelings towards him be? Awe or Disdain? Admiration or Disgust? It was still too early to say. “You’ve got balls, Jenn,” Dervel’s face this time was all crystal clear. In the place of the red glow which shone last time, they sat in the light of the golden bulbs. Facing a lengthy moment of silence, he continued: “After how much I owned you last time… And after discovering my desire to drink your blood... Do you know that I was just one step from biting into your neck?” Jenn still kept silent. She felt the same pain as then, all over her body. But this time, wet clothes soothed the hurting spots. Finally, she spoke: “I know what I felt. You were not supposed to do it. Not then, and never again.” “Hahaha!” Dervel’s eyes filled with devilish joy. “So, you think that I spared you j
The bodies lay like withered leaves, a really unparalleled sight of abandoned werewolves. In the middle of the battlefield, Bianca crouched with her head hidden between her bloodshot wings. Michael was not too far, and although his eyes were open, he didn’t move - too weak to do anything except breathe. They both kept silent, one of them terrified to death by things she had done, the other fighting for survival. Luckily, werewolves’ bodies generate much faster than human ones, so by noon Michael was able to move. He saw her still hidden inside her wings and, before saying anything, decided to get closer. “Bianca…” he whispered. “Can you look at me?” Michael was a bit scared of going up to her. He was afraid to see her face now, the crow’s one. “Go away!” she whimpered, her body shook. “I don’t want anyone to see me!” “Bianca!” Michael’s heart beat faster. “Why so? It’s me, Michael. You saved my life.” “I saved your life?” Bianca laughed through her tears. “Look aroun
"Ristel, I promised not to bother you unless it's truly necessary," Dervel's voice came through the receiver, tinged with concern. "It's about Jasmine. She might be in danger." The silence on the other end was disheartening, but Dervel pressed on. "What do you say? Can I count on you?" He held his breath, waiting for a response. "Where is she now?" Ristel, never one to answer questions, replied with a question of his own. "Downpour," Dervel carefully pronounced the name of the town where Jasmine lived. "Thank you, Ristel." He added his gratitude before the line abruptly disconnected. He took solace in the fact that, from now on, his daughter would be safe. [at Jenn's place] Jenn gazed at Samuel's photograph and nervously bit her lip. With each passing moment, her longing for his presence grew stronger. She knew that her very existence depended on winning him over. "I can't keep myself away from you any longer. I need you now!" she whispered, as if Samuel were there with her, kiss
“Those bastards! They will not get away with it!”, Stacy looked at the werewolves’ bodies lying all over the place. They were all dead including Jester, who had his throat ripped off and stared hollowly far ahead. As Stacy called his pack from now on, the Avengers, sniffed the place thoroughly, trying to discover what exactly happened there. The conclusion was not that obvious, since in addition to Michael’s smell there was a strange one - a new creature whom they’d never met before. “Bury them with due respect,” the dwarf ordered and they immediately, they all began digging. It looked funny seeing a dwarf as a commander of fully grown werewolves, perfect machines for killing but the truth was that all the pack trusted him more than Dervel. They used to say that Dervel was a good Alpha as long as everything went well. As soon as something was wrong, he was a very unpredictable leader. Brutal, violent and disrespectful. His only trusted weapon was fear. That is why so man
[kisses of the river] The river tossed them like crazy, up and down, left and right, but Michael kept Bianca firmly, because he knew that if he let her go, she would drown. Body to body, neck to neck, they floated with the current, powerlessly struggling to take a breath.Suddenly, Bianca tightened Michael’s hand, which he had put around her waist. She was short of breath, either out of panic or because the violent hits of water were about to strangle her. Michael guessed straightaway what was wrong. He took a deep breath, turned his head towards her, and kissed, giving her a bit of air. She greedily took life from his lips and after one sip, she accepted another, then the next and one after another, every time Michael was ready to kiss her. Those kisses were life-giving; however, they made Michael terribly exhausted. But he knew that without them, she would certainly die. Fortunately, the current got weaker at one point, and their bodies slowed down, giving them some respite. The
"First round! Welcome to the show everybody! We do not fight for fun! We do not fight for money - at least, most of us say so! We do not even fight for women! Although it's good to have one on your side when your body bleeds, like after a dog fight. But we fight for what?!" the speaker suspended his voice. "We fight for blood!" the crowd cheered madly as another pair of fighters entered the ring. "We fight for blood!" "For blood!" "For blood!" "For blood and until the bloody last drop of blood!" the speaker joined the crowd, and the whole mess sparked off. The bell rang to commence the first round. The fighter standing in the left corner wore only yellow shorts, whereas the other one from the right corner had red pants on his hips. They had no gums protecting their teeth. Both were muscled, both were big, and both were ready to kill or be killed. The audience demanded a show. They had paid a lot of money to see not the winner, but the loser more. The fighters had been conscripte