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The once tranquil woods now lay shattered and desolate, transformed into a haunting testament to the violence that had mercilessly unfolded. The king, Melina, and Beta Kristen stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the lifeless bodies of their fallen comrades. Vibrant armor now dulled by the stains of spilled blood, each fallen soldier testified to the price paid in loyalty and duty.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

A scent I have gotten accosted to unfortunately. I stood in the middle of it all—bodies of fallen wolves littering the snow-covered ground, once proud warriors now reduced to motionless husks. Blood seeped into the white beneath them, staining the battlefield like a macabre canvas. Their eyes, wide open, stared into nothingness. My fallen soldiers, their lives gone like the wisp of wind for the sake of the throne and the Kingdom. As much as my heart ached at the sight, I knew I could not let it get to me.

Again I am wrong as I feel myself being lifted on top of a shield as the world around me goes dark… “Today 2 Exceptional Warriors stand before us in a bid for glory!!!” I’m back in the Capua Arena again, in my 7 year old body. “From the frozen wastelands of the North, with the strength of the Black Bear and the finesse the deadly Mountain Lions, I introduce to you!!! Virexius The Iron Ram!!!” The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd.

Together, Ethan and Malvic would dismantle the bloody empire Christopher had built over the past twenty-five years. When the signal dropped, chaos erupted. Ethan and his Warriors stormed in from the front, shattering the packhouse gates like they were nothing. Meanwhile, Malvic and his Lycans attacked from the rear, trapping the Moon Fall Pack in a lethal chokehold. The fight exploded. The clash of bodies, screams of pain, and howls of terror fused into a chaotic symphony. The Moon Fall Pack’s wolves tried defending their territory, but the enemies were too many, too strong. Claws slashed through the air, teeth ripped flesh, and blood spilled like rain, drenching the battlefield. Within minu

Moonlight washed over the battlefield like cold mercury; cratered earth and shattered weapons glistened. The armies of Ironwood, the demon-hunters, and the Silver Fang stood victorious, but at a cost that bent the sky with sorrow. Countless bodies lay strewn in frozen agony, wolves, golems, Banefire Legionnaires, and royal soldiers alike.

And she would win the next. ---------------------------------------------- The battlefield was eerily quiet now, the scent of blood thick in the air. The bodies of fallen soldiers—both lycan and human—littered the muddy ground, and the banners of House Durnath lay trampled underfoot. Lillian exhaled slowly, gripping the hilt of her sword as she turned to survey what remained of her forces. They had won, but at a cost. Many of her warriors had fallen, and though their victory had secured her kingdom’s borders for now, she knew this was only the beginning.

I let the Lycan power flood my muscles, hitting the muddy floor of the gorge with a concussive impact that shattered the earth in a ten-foot radius. ​I rose from the crater, mud and snow flying from my dark plate armor, my golden eyes locked entirely on Lord Valerius. ​"Blackwood!" Valerius shrieked, dropping the golden collar into the mud and drawing his platinum sword. "You are committing high treason! You are dead!" ​I didn't speak. I charged. ​Three Royal Guards stepped into my path, their spears lowered. I swung my broadsword in a brutal, horizontal arc, cleaving through the solid oak shafts of their weapons and shattering their breastplates in a single blow. They flew backward into the

Blood boiled in his body, seeing her like this. He stretched out his empty hand, a sword made of an unknown metal appeared in his hand glowing in gold, surprising everyone. He swished the sword in Matilda's direction. The sword didn’t touch her, body but the wave created from the sword sliced her body into two. Blood splattered all over the room. He made her two slashed pieces fly all around the room, for everyone to see.

He was dealing with a true-blooded Vampire, the rightful heir of the Vampire kingdom and dark empire. He didn't even have time to scream before I ripped his throat out and sunk my hand into his chest. Black Blood oozed from the gaping hole, his heart still beating as I ripped it from his body. He dropped to the ground, his red eyes wide with shock. I tossed the heart beside him crushing it under my boot. I leaned over him, my face an inch from his. "Long live the king." I spat, ripping his head off his body and making my way to the castle.