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
It was a peculiar sight to see three glass vials with three different liquids inside. The middle one was red and two external ones were green and blue. They looked so cheerful like the paints used by children to make a nice picture. But in reality, each of them was an ingredient of a mixture capable of changing people beyond recognition. The trick with those elements was that, separately, each of them had a different property. “The green one could erase your short-distant memory, the blue deprives you of any love for anyone and anything - it can make your life utterly unbearable to live. The red one in turn provokes hatred towards someone whose body touched you first after drinking it.” “Be careful, my child.” the woman with ragged hair moved the vials across the table. “The effects are irreversible, once someone drinks it, there is no way back.” “Good,” said Jenn. “That is what I need. No more weakness, no more doubts, no more mercy.” The witch looked closer at her with s
“Smoking is not allowed. Do you hear me? Smoking is not allowed here!” Jenn had had enough of it. Stacy not only paid her an unannounced visit but also behaved in the most rude way, regardless of her status. She was a lawyer, people should treat her with due respect. But there he was, keeping his dirty shoes on her desk, smoking a fag and grinning brazenly as if she was not there. “You’re Dervel’s pet. You know?” The dwarf was looking straight into her eyes. “You’re taking it out on smoking, but in reality, Dervel can do with you, whatever he wants. Don’t you see that? He’s playing with you just to satisfy his dark desires in exchange for what? Bianca’s head? hahaha!” Stacy burst into laughter so loud that ash from his cigarette fell on the leather chair he was sitting on. “He can’t protect his own pack and you think that he can catch Bianca for you. Anyway, even if that miraculously happens, you want her to be dead but he wants her for something else. He’s making a fool
“One spark can ignite the whole fire.” A man sitting at the table finished dinner and wiped his mouth with a white napkin. The restaurant was almost empty as the clock struck eleven and the place was about to be closed. Waiters were already tidying the tables, but he and his companion didn’t bother, they needed rest after the meal. “You know I respect you, Dean and I always will, regardless of your brother who is in the hands of powerful demons ruling his life,” the other man’s shirt was a bit cramped, obviously he was after a long working day. “I know what you mean, Steff. We belong to the same team. We’re both werewolves but managed to tame the darkness inside us and lead a decent life. Dervel is my family. He’s my twin brother and sometimes I have the impression that I am being watched by the same dark spirits which watch him. I feel what he feels. Every single deed committed by him is felt inside me. And honestly, it has gotten even worse recently. Darkness eats my heart fr