Semua Bab The Lone Wolf: Bab 91 - Bab 98

CHAPTER 92A Century AgoThe wolves rode at dusk.Their armor glinted in the last light of the sun, and from the cliffs above the valley, their ear-piercing howls rolled like thunder. They were valiant and ready for war. Their armor shimmered and made them look surreal. With swords on their hilt and spears raised high, they rode to the battle line. They did not need armor for battle but it was a habit passed down to them from the first Versipellis who were once human and were used to wearing armor for battle. Now, it was like a culture, a religion to wear armor and hold weapons in battle. They did it to honor their fallen comrades. Not that they needed it with their claws and regenerative abilities. One interesting thing they noticed was that the Vrykolakas had a weakness, and that was steel. Injuries inflicted on the Vrykolakas with steel took longer to heal, and if used with precision, a stab wound to the heart or decapitation could kill them. That was why they all trained using w

CHAPTER 94A Century AgoAaron and Mavira tore each other apart. They fought like they had nothing left to lose, there was no strategy or calculation, just pure unadulterated rage and fury. Aaron's shoulder broke on the third blow. He cracked the king's ribs with a savage kick. The king landed a strike deep into Aaron's thighs and drove his claws into his gut. Aaron threw him like a doll against a stone as he limped away creating breathing space. On the ridge, Irene saw everything.She tried to stay back and allow Aaron to fight his battles like usual. She tried to lead the Versipellis, to protect them like a queen, like their Luna. But when she saw him, Aaron, limping, barely able to stand, and drenched in blood, her heart shattered. She pulled the relic free from under her cloak. It was hot. Pulsed with breath like a living thing. It hummed with power that felt ancient and powerful. Power that was almost impossible to grasp.Irene raised the relic high. And in that moment, it was

CHAPTER 96 ~Years After The War~ The highlands were colder now, not by seasons, but by silence. Life gradually returned to normal for humans. They did not have to live in constant dread of the bloodsucking creatures. They did not need to fear for the safety of their loved ones. They were indebted to the Versipellis. No more cries of Vrykolakas, or war drums. No more marching wolves or running to the frontline. Just the slow reclaiming of land by trees, and underbrush where bodies once burned, moss covering battle scars. Giving the land a luscious green appearance. And a solitary stone kept hidden in the cliffs above the vale, forgotten by most except him. Marcus. The monarch had relegated the four cardinals to look over each region and protect the humans then he vanished from the face of the earth. Who could blame him? The man had just lost his mate. There was no point to life. Marcus lived like a ghost, not among wolves or men but somewhere in between just like the ideas tha

CHAPTER 98~Months Ago~Through sheer design, Marcus created the perfect half-bloods. After dozens of failures, fractures, and deaths, Marcus made the perfect bloodline. They were obedient, powerful, and stable. The most important thing was that their strength could improve. There was no cap to their growth. He did it: half-wolf, half-vampire. No longer feral insane wolves, they were no longer bound. They were his in blood, in bone, and will.He called them the hybrids. Each one sired with his blood and the heart's essence. They weren’t just loyal, they were bound. They heard and answered when he whispered.They were his legacy. The first five stood before him in the forgotten chamber of the temple of the Reds.Tall and emotionless.Male and female alike, indistinguishable in cruelty and beauty. Eyes, reddish brown, glowing softly in the darkness. They were designed to grow and evolve, no dreams or aspirations, only Marcus and the heart inside their heads.They did not lose their