Unknown POVBeneath the pallid glow of the crescent moon, the Vampire King Damon paced the cold marble floors of his ancient castle. A tempest of thoughts swirled within him like an imprisoned storm, the serene façade of his regal stance belying the turmoil that teased and roiled in his eternal mind. His eyes, burning with the embers of midnight fire, were cast out toward the horizon where his ominous encounter with Flameheart still haunted the edge of his consciousness.Since the clash, one question gnawed at him relentlessly; was Flameheart human, or was he a werewolf? The ease with which Flameheart had maneuvered the confrontation, the feral grace, and the way his eyes held a smoldering ember that seemed both foreign and eerily familiar, all pointed towards a lineage that should not exist. Could it be? Could Flameheart be the progeny of Seraphim and Hesperus, the werewolf royalty that Damon himself had vanquished three decades ago? The very thought set his veins ablaze with a dread
Unknown The night air quivered with an electrifying charge, a current that swept through the forests, mountains, and valleys, igniting a wildfire of elation. Under the gaze of a waxing moon, the werewolves of the world stood in poised silence, their fur bristling with anticipation. Flameheart, the alpha of alphas, had sent out the call.It began as a whisper in their minds, a tendril of thought so faint it could have been mistaken for the wind. But swiftly, the whisper amplified into a roar. A mindlink of unprecedented power that connected every werewolf under the celestial dome.In the snow-clad expanses of Siberia, the packs abandoned their timeless dance with shadows and raised their muzzles to the star-jeweled sky. A chorus of howls resonated, rejoicing in the unity that Flameheart’s mindlink had forged, a unity they had scarcely dared to dream of. Their voices carried across the tundra, echoing the merriment that rebounded through the continents.Deep within the Amazon, the isol
Flameheart The night air has been alive with a chorus of jubilations, each howl a testament to the unity and loyalty of the wolves, flowing through the personal link that I have opened up to Athena. It is a symphony of souls, a celebration of an ancient and unbreakable bond that tethers every wolf under the moon’s watchful eye. And as I allowed Thena the privilege to listen, something stirs within her. A longing, so deep and visceral.She is standing on the balcony, her gaze cast toward the argent disk that is hung low in the inky sky, the source of all werewolf lore. A distant look adorns her usually bright eyes, for the connection she has just witnessed is more than a physical phenomenon. Rather, it is a spiritual communion. I watch as a single tear traces a path down her cheek, but it is not born of sorrow, it is born of envy.Slowly , I approach her whilst holding her gaze. Hoping that my presence will be a comforting warmth against the evening chill. Twirling her around, I wrap
Flameheart It has not been long since those ladies from the wealthy families tried to frame me. How dare they covert my hard earned wealth! Now that Athena, the woman after my own heart is back. It is high time I deal with those families.Seeing as one of those is her own sibblings, I need to talk to her. If she asks, I will spare them. I turn and face my mate and watch her as she sleeps. This is slowly becoming addictive. I used to leave early for work. But nowadays, I sleep in. Besides, it took me a while to calm her after everything she experienced the other night. She was quite willful and sad."Umm, is there something on my face?" This is the first thing my mate asks me when she wakes up. "Nope! I was just admiring the beauty." I say with a smirk and she just shakes her head as she gets up and gives me a kiss. "Now that I'm awake, spit it. I know from the conflicted look in your eyes that you have something on your mind." Athena surprises me. Or is it the power of the mate bond
Flameheart What I see in his mind's eye, leaves me reeling in shock. I do not even know how to explain this without going back a little. I let go of his temples and sigh as I take my seat. My beta just stares at me without uttering a word. Since my wolf, Emberwing, awakened, four years ago, I began rebuilding my pack. Emberwing fortified the territory of the Royal Crescent Moon Pack. He imbued it with his magic and created a veil that separated it from the human realm. In actual fact, without my consent, no one can enter , let alone find the location. It is not even on the human maps. So, there is no way anyone would enter and leave, without me knowing. Besides, anyone with malicious intentions, even if they are a werewolf, will not be able to enter, even if I grant them permission to. I can safely say that it is the safest place in this universe. We started rebuilding the palace two years ago. It is not finished yet, because I decided to build the biggest palace in the whole worl
Flameheart The rest of the journey is smooth and I even dozed off for a bit. If it were not because of the turbulence near the portal to my realm, I might not have woken up. Because of the energy that was imbued in the barrier, this place has terrifying turbulence. Luckily, the moment we go through the portal, the plane stabilizes. As we descent, I cannot help but gasp in awe. Though not yet finished, the view of the palace is awe inspiring. Just like I told my daughter, it indeed, is befitting to be dubbed a castle!All the guys are already waiting with solemn expressions the moment I alight from the plane. "Welcome, home, Alpha King and Supreme Beta!" Their resounding greeting makes Emberwing howl in jubilation, in the confines of my mind. Successfully causing me a headache. I do not lash out at him because even I feel good to be here, although I never lived in this pack. My ties are here and so are my roots. "Thank you, children of the Moon Goddess. It indeed feels great to be
Flameheart Gunther just stares at me as if I have grown another head. Even I surprise myself at how confident I am about our invisible friend."Pardon me, Alpha. But what sort of friend feels the need to forcefully put people to sleep? Do you really hear yourself? I mean no disrespect but if you have something you know, then make me understand. If it were up to me, I would have send all children and the elderly to the safe house and get ready for battle." Gunther voices his opinion."Gunther, do you still remember when I told you about what I went through seven years ago?" I ask without rushing to explain myself. "Yes, I do. After those guys thought you had died, they tied you up and threw you into the river." "And..?" I probe and he ponders before gasping in surprise and I know that he is close to figuring everything out. "Man, you don't think it's him, do you?"Gunther asks in a hushed tone. "Who or what else can have such a deep-rooted affinity for water?" I counter. "Dear wolf sp
Flameheart Before opening the door for my beta, my mind races as I try to come up with a believable story to ease the pack's fear, without revealing Nyaminyami's identity.Calming my racing mind, I pull open the door and come face to face with a flustered but quite energetic, Gunther. "Fuck! Man, do not tell me that you were wide awake, when everyone else slept through the night!" Gunther exclaims the moment he looks at me."Why would you say that?" I chuckle as I slump down on my bed and he sits on the couch. "Isn't it too obvious? The huge eye bags are a give away. Great! That means you are immune to whatever magic was at work last night, right? You must have seen or discovered something. Give me the details. What exactly, are we dealing with, Alpha?" Gunther blubbers on and I'm about to get a headache."Slow down, beta. Of course, I did not sleep and indeed I know something none of you know. However, before telling you, you have to take a blood oath never to reveal anything that