Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue's Revenge: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed towards the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground.He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued with the counterattack of the phantom, when the phantom arose from the ground and

There was an absolute silence, something deeper than what he had ever felt. Mark couldn't tell if it was just within him or the environment had also adapted to the emptiness which he felt within.The movement of the winds had caused his ears to tingle, and the smooth feel of his skin had sent impulses down his body, causing the loneliness within him to increase.There and then he remembered her, the main essence for his existence. He remembered the moments when she would shiver and quiver at the sense of the cold winds.He remembered her smile anytime he would walk up to her and wrap his hands around her. He remembered the way he cuddled her like a stuffed toy and make her feel warmth with an ordinary clothing material could never offer.“This is a lot better!” Her words echoed in his ears, and it seemed as though he had transitioned to the past, where he could watch the moment between them both.“You enjoy this?” He asked as he buried his face down her neck and kissed it playfully, c

"Can you stand?” Her father asked her while he held her left hand in his right hand. He could hear the slight grunt she made, watching as her face became squeezed in her struggle to get on her feet.“Yes, I can” she replied immediately. She closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh before she made another attempt.Her next attempt was worse than her initial. Her heels were already swollen, though she never thought of having a closer look at it. She pressed the already blistered heels to the ground, letting the hidden pain become even more conspicuous.She was on one foot, the left to be more precise, while the right foot was that which was swollen. She let out a loud grunt as soon as the spot on her heels had touched the hard ground with much more force.“Ugh! Mila” he heaved a heavy sigh with his eyes closed, and his head lifted to the sky while he shook disappointingly at her confidence.Still he never chose to let go of her hand. His right hand had a firm grip on her left hand just

Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special