Todos los capítulos de Moon Gate Guardians: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Allen rose from the wooden bar stool at the back of the pub. “Werewolf.” He repeated, as if the word fit perfectly into the puzzle in his dazed mind.   Although, the possibility of such a creature being the culprit behind his grandfather’s death had crossed his mind prior. Allen had eliminated them from his list of suspects, on account of them being pretty self-aware. Not uncommon around the outskirts of Ineset, they mostly kept to themselves and rarely showed aggression towards humans. Only socializing within their packs, werewolves typically shied away from the noise and crowds in the city. It was unheard of that one should appear here now, much less in broad daylight. Resolute that this must be the answer he was searching for, Allen walked purposefully toward the door. Blocked by the beefy vendor as he threw his body across the entry “Don’t go out there, Son.” He said, the whiskers of his thick moustache bristling. “Let me through.” Allen dema

There was a tremor as the full weight of the beast hit the ground. The bullet piercing its heart mid lunge, it had fallen almost instantly. The slain beast clearly behind the Witch when Allen fired, he knew now that he had missed his target. On high alert he rapidly surveyed the square, until nn encircled pentagram glowed on the stones next to the subdued werewolf. The Witch’s form gradually taking shape. She appeared crouching beside it curiously. Allen’s rage withstanding, he quickly closed the gap between them. Leaving no more room for any of her tricks this time, he pressed the gun against the back of her head. Allen had never killed a person before. However, with his body shaking with anger and his vision blurred by the rain and his rage, he thought himself capable of murder in this moment. This realization only caused Allen to hate the Witch even more. “Witch, answer me.” He spat. “Did you kill Harold Pierce?” Feeling the cold barrel of Allen’s

Chiri Krane gasped for air. Trembling on the cold dark marble floor. She was thrown by the shadow like a discarded rag doll at the feet of its master. This was the third occasion she had been dragged into the Abyss by a shadow. Still she thought there would never come a day when it was not insanely terrifying experience. Completely isolated from the outside world, the Abyss was commanded by the magic users of a single family. Darker than a night without stars or the deepest part of the ocean, every second felt suffocating. At times it was silent enough the hear the blood rushing through your veins buzzing in your ears. Then, other times it contained the petrifying screams of anguish from every living thing it had ever consumed, their tortured wails entrapped there for all eternity. “Crazy bastard.” Chiri wheezed. Lifting her head enough to glare intently at the black patent leather shoes of Cazer Krane. “I see this foul-mouthed wench decided to return to us.” He rema

Slamming the door behind him, Cazer Krane was seething with rage. The moment she appeared before him disheveled, battered, and dirty he began to rue the day he’s agreed to Chiri’s probation. Uncertain whether to be more furious at his misplaced faith in her or Chiri’s relentless propensity to dive headfirst into chaos at the first possible opportunity. Cazer’s muscles tensed as he fought to regain control over his next physical outburst of anger. The vein in his neck retaliating, it throbbed in agitation under his collar. Alone now in the Director’s private chamber, Chiri reached protectively for her arm. Knowing the injury would only serve to incur Cazer’s wrath further, she did not wish to reveal it to him. However, the defensive action immediately aroused his suspicions. His eyes narrowing on where Chiri seemed so eager to conceal, he backed her into the door. Roughly unfastened the cloak, he yanked the garment from her grasp swiftly. Unveiling the bandages covere

Everything had fallen apart in Allen’s life since he had met the Witch. He wanted to blame and resent her for all of his misfortune, as she was the only person that remained physically present to account for his grandfather’s death. All of the inconclusive answers he had received until now and his own disturbed memories swirled within his mind, forming murky pools in his muddled thoughts.After the hellish howl had ceased within the prison, a deathly silence had fallen over the cell. Waiting a few apprehensive moments, the old mage finally emerged once more. Announcing, after some struggle, that the werewolf was dead. Obliterated by a precautionary condition of the hex the creature perished abruptly, any clues towards the caster’s identity dying along with it.After this report of the werewolf’s demise. They left the Alliance holdings, with Rika and Chief Guard Brunes accompanied the despondent Allen back to the upper levels. Listlessly he had w