When the Gods Created Monsters: Weapons of War

*Author note: Please read on. This prologue is a very important part to the main story. Thank you for reading and supporting me and my kids! Enjoy as it will be a series and hopefully very long!*103 B.C “Mama! Mama! Please! No!” The small eight-year-old screamed in old Latin as two large men tossed her into a cage drawn by horses. They threw her like she was only garbage. She got on her knees and pressed herself against the bars gripping them till her hands were turning pale white. Tears poured from her confused and terrified green eyes as she stared at her apathetic mother. The horses began to walk, making the cage jerk hard, causing her to fall back when she got back up; her mother had a faint smile curled up in the corner of her mouth. Despite knowing it would probably be useless to beg for her release, she continued. Her mother and the seven other people seemed as if she didn't exist. They traveled deep into a thick forest where the horses could barely get to. The confused child

When the King realized no one would punish her, he had her taken from the pillory and tied to a massive pole in the center of town and stripped of her ragged clothes and was whipped fifteen times. Her screams seemed to cover the silence of the town and the surrounding farms. No one spoke and no one moved. They merely watched. Peter had then arrived moments after her last lash, hired by the King for some freelance work, he was known well across the lands for his bravery and his toughness. But when he saw the beautiful, crying woman in the middle of town, he could not let that stand. He removed himself from his horse and walked to her punisher and snatched the whip from his hands, turned it around and whipped him so many times so quickly he couldn’t react. “Leave now, or I will take this and steal the life from your worthless body!” His menacing dark eyes bore into the man and he took off running. Peter walked toward Lavinia and knelt on the ground in front of her a

Nora looked around the hazy vision of the village. From where she stood, people ran in terror, screaming, trying to escape the mass of lycans. Tears slid silently down her face as she watched them slaughter the village of men, women, and children. She couldn’t move in her dream, and this made the intensity of the pain they all felt all the stronger. She felt her heart pounding hard, and her stomach was rolling sharp pains up her abdomen into her chest as if directly attacking her heart. She jumped violently as she looked around, her eyes laying on the lycan that ripped open the pregnant woman’s stomach and bit down on her neck. She wanted to move, she tried to escape her dream, but the dream wouldn’t release her. It had something to tell her. At this moment, she cursed the ancestors for this power. “Kill them all!” A huge man roared. He had long, thick curly blonde hair pulled back in a bun with a beard just as long and thick to match his muscular body and towering height.

Some history:Hades created what was figured to be the first vampires in hopes they would be monstrous and cause havoc on all his brother, Zeus, held dear, but some did not follow this intended path. Hades had met Martin Sinclair, one of six siblings of a noble family in 1310 while trying to enlist creatures to dismantle the people all the Gods seemed to love so much. As the guardian of the underworld, he had access to some of the worst creatures there were. Some of the most treacherous witches and warlocks known to history. In return for the promise of freedom, he requested six of them to create what would raping and murdering women whenever he so chose. He had even killed his own father and raped his mother before killing her. He was one of six, most of which were nearly as hazardous as he, but Peter and his baby sister Marylyn were the opposite. The two of them were the pictures of goodness, innocence, and true nobility, and Martin hated them for that. “Martin Sinclair. I

“I just saw the news, you guys. It’s pretty bad.” Nora said, walking into the lounge. “Fifteen mass murders around the world, mostly here, by many different names. But people claim they’re monsters, werewolves, beasts from hell, hell hounds and the list goes on. A total of 400 have been killed in the past week by them. This is out of hand.” “I agree. I think we need to contact Elizabeth now.” Jen stated, “we need her.” “She is a bitch,” Peter argued. “Yes, she is, but she is a powerful bitch who would love to jump on the hunting lycan bandwagon. Remember, she helped you a lot in the defeat against the lycans the first time.” Jen said. “Well, if we’re going to pull together an army, then we need to call Gabriel too.” Peter declared. “This should be interesting,” Kohl muttered. “Why? Why would it be interesting?” Nora asked. “Both of them are strong personalities, bossy. And to a point rude, not Kohl rud