Anakin Slaughters Younglings Novels & Stories

The Shanglanders started screaming and cried, "Please don't do this, War Legate Draco. My parents depend on me. I also have a two-year—" The speaker fell into a pool of his own blood before he could even finish, causing the others to freak out. The Shanglanders attempted to flee the cabin, but with a streak of light, a phantom swooshed past them, leaving them stunned. One by one, they dropped to the ground, dead.

There was a small area of land that was open to rogues next to it, but it was usually because of the way it was surrounded by his territory. His father and a large group of warriors surrounded something on the grounding, blocking his view. Lincoln shifted back and accepted a pair of shorts Kyra offered him. “What’s going on?” He asked his father cautiously, moving around his men that were giving him a concerned look. Anthony stood mournfully over the lifeless body of a young male pack member. He was no older than 11, the same age Lincoln was when he was attacked nearby. His body was covered in slashed from their claws and teeth, no part of his skin clean from his own blood.

He turned back to the two younglings and smiled softly. " I give you this one last opportunity to leave. It is your judgement call who is the most lethal out of myself or Clause. Choose wisely." He said to the youngling. One of the younglings broke, turning and flying back towards the trees. Clause reacted just as Vale had expected him to, he turned to deal with the fleeing youngling leaving just the other youngling before him and the snarling lycan.