Amalthus Fight Novels & Stories

Ryan showed up some hours later after I had put Lacey down and finished one bottle of wine. I waved him in as I opened my eyes. “Any news from the healers?” He nodded. “That's why I'm here, Alpha.” he allowed a dramatic pause before he continued. “They confirmed that it wasn't Vampires although they could have easily been responsible.” I rolled my eyes. “I said it was too far-fetched. So? What are we fighting against?” “Wolves Alpha. The healers think they're just regular wolves who have help from another species.”

Still, I stood, legs shaking, ready for whatever came next. Cale tilted his head, amusement flickering in those hellish eyes. “Give up, Luca. You’ve lost.” His voice was everywhere. A whisper. A roar. A force of nature. “There is no defeating me.” I spat blood at his feet. Then I attacked. We collided, a blur of claws and fury. Amarok roared inside me, our pain and rage fusing into one last desperate stand. I slashed, bit, and fought like a man and animal possessed, but Cale was faster. Stronger. Every hit I landed, he returned twice as hard.

I interrupt him and continue, “ Let me tell you one thing, when he is playing the role of the King he is far worse than this. People call him a Gashadokuro. A monster who is deadly silent and hunts for its prey at night in the eerie dark. When people finally hear the chattering of his teeth, they are already close to death and can’t escape. Do you believe you will go against him and you will win? ” It’s just so funny. I can’t help laughing again. Dustin will never lose. The world can end but the news of loss will never come. “ He will die and he will bring you down with him but he will never…Never let you win, Aleister. If you seek victory against a twisted man like my brother, then you are

“They’re wrong.” “Yes,” Lyra said. “But not in the way they expect.” The final move of the day came without warning. A flare rose from the eastern lowlands. Not red. White. A signal rarely used. Tyler stiffened. “That’s not theirs.” “No,” Lyra said. “That’s someone else reacting.” She narrowed her eyes. “They overplayed.” Scouts returned minutes later, breathless. “There’s fighting,” one reported. “Not here. East of the lowlands. Two groups clashed. Brief. Violent.”

Shut the fuck up, all of you, and remove these damn needles from my body. The noisy warehouse became silent after they heard my voice. “Lil Miss… are you really alive, or is this your vengeful spirit speaking?” Cold sweat broke out on their bodies. “Ahhhhhhh!” Everyone took a step back. “I swear by anything you serve, if I, Amelia Kar, stand up from this spot, I will kill you all. Hurry over here and remove these things.” The hitmen ran toward me, stumbling in their haste. They removed the needles.

I put my hands on his and tried to remove it away from my neck as the air was out of my lungs. “Josh, stop you’re killing him.” Haley came over and tried to push him off me. He pushed her, and she fell to the ground. My wolf triggered when he saw his mate being pushed and came out of his hideout. “You don’t know how to get your wolves in a line.” He spat. “Look who’s talking, the bloodsuckers king. You left everyone to die back at the war, you traitor.” He punched my face, and I snarled back at him.

He growled and looked at Piper who held his wand. "Little friend, buckle up." Piper snarled to Keyton as he ran. Keyton rolled his eyes. They walked toward the hills and faced in front of the knights surrounding them. "Put the wand down, rogue!" The head warrior sneered harshly, Jayla remembered him. His name was Zerxes. "Keyton and Jayla, come here slowly." The old Alpha Matteo stepped in with the head warrior. "Don't touch our Queen!" Piper growled.

Some people enjoyed pretending to love a child that would never grow up. At least she was alive though. When we were bitten, instead of turning into a vampire, our bodies fought off the infection the venom brought on. Our temperatures rose up to a hundred degrees, where it stayed, to help burn out the venom in our system. The two different species couldn't coincide in one body and the dormant werewolf side won the battle. Unfortunately, our bodies didn't always win the fight. Many werewolves died after a vampire attack. It was a very common and sad tragedy. I was glad that both Ilene and I had survived our attacks, even if she was having an attitude problem right now.

I knew he was losing his tempter, and fast. Suddenly, an idea came to me. “Well then teach me to fight.” He glanced at me, as if wondering if I was serious. “Teach me to fight against one of them. It makes since because, apparently, I am at some great risk.” I gestured to the outside world beyond the window, “According to you, everything out there wants to kill me!” “Didn’t they teach you to fight at the Dandelion Prime Pack?” Sergio narrowed his eyes, but I could see that he was considering it.