THE NUMEN Alvenguard's gods and deities ⏎ Back to Book of Lore The Numen: Welcome GENERAL TRIVIA The Numen are ethereal beings of unknown origin. They arrived in the place the seven realms sit and decided to build worlds. Some believe the Numen crafted these worlds simply because they wanted to create life and protect it. Others believe the Numen weaved these worlds as sanctuaries for themselves so that they would be safe when their superior inevitably came calling. Numen are often referred to as ‘eternals’, for they cannot be killed—not permanently. They live outside reality, rules, and what is understood of existence. If their physical bodies are destroyed, they will simply return to the void and restore themselves. Six moons hang in Alvenguard’s skies—one for each Numen. The Numen possess so much immense power that they cannot enter the worlds with it all intact, and must therefor create beacons to store it inside so that they can access it when walking the world. Numen can also only remain in the real world for no longer than fifteen minutes when bringing their power with them. They can choose to adopt a more mundane, susceptible form, allowing them to exist in the world for as long as they please, but such a choice would leave them vulnerable, and if killed, would return to the void to regenerate. Only a set number of Numen can be within the world at once. If that world contains enough of their ethos, they can indefinitely hold that space, keeping any other Numen from entering and allowing them to exist within that world with all their ethos intact. Currently, the Numen are battling over the three places that can be claimed within Alvenguard. Letholdus holds one of these. Lucifer was locked away in a Pandorican, a Numen prison, not long after the worlds were weaved. His fellow Numen deemed him insane, and wouldn’t allow him to infect their worlds or plans with his dark, maniacal intentions. Letholdus immediately won the hearts and souls of most of Alvenguard, who see him as God. The other Numen both loath and envy him and some seek to tear down what he has built and take it for himself. Alvenguard's Moons Letholdus: Highest purple Erich: Silver Lucifer: Crimson Ephriel: Gold Lilith: Brighter purple Damien: Blue LETHOLDUS Born: Zodiac: Age: Height: Species: Bloodline: See More ERICH Born: Zodiac: Age: Height: Species: Bloodline: See More LUCIFER Born: Zodiac: Age: Height: Species: Bloodline: See More EPHRIEL Born: Zodiac: Age: Height: Species: Bloodline: See More LILITH Born: Zodiac: Age: Height: Species: Bloodline: See More DAMIEN Born: Unknown Zodiac: Unknown Age: Unknown Height: 195cm (6ft5) Species: Numen Bloodline: Damodeus Other names: Daegelus See More

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CHAPTER THREE ー ⊰ ✟ ⊱ ー THE CAUSE | Elvin | Elvin scribbled in his notebook, glancing over at the boat in the distance every so often while he waited for the vampire to return. But as each moment passed, he grew more and more impatient. He slammed his notebook shut and tucked it into his pocket along with his quill. What could be taking Alucard so long? Why did he have to fly over to some ship? Who was he talking to? The bard rolled his eyes and pouted, resting his chin on his knees as he wrapped his arms around his legs. How much longer was he going to have to wait? It was cold, damp, and miserable. He wanted to go home; he wanted to hear about what Alucard had been up to tonight. The bard pondered. Alucard told him to come up with a new name for him; many people knew the vampire as Vuuren—pretty much everyone called him that. There had been times Elvin heard people call him Alucard, but he rarely let anyone use that name. Vladimirescu was the name Damien called him by, so Elvin wouldn't use that. A totally new name: he'd think of something eventually. Alucard suddenly emerged on the beach with an aggravated look on his pale face. Elvin pounced to his feet. "So?" he asked excitedly. "How did it go?" The vampire glanced at him and rolled his eyes. "Fantastic," he grumbled. He frowned at Alucard's answer and followed him along the beach. "Are you going to tell me about your night? What happened?" he asked eagerly. "Stuff," he muttered, following the stone path that led away from the beach. The bard pouted and stared ahead, following Alucard in silence as they approached a tall, black-brick manor in the distance. It consisted of a four-story building standing within its centre, two smaller sections made up of two. The black-tiled roofs were tall, sharp and pointed, sinister shadows creeping across the flat-grass lawn, shrouding the majority of it in darkness. Every light within the rectangular-shaped windows was off, the only light coming from the six moons above. A large city sat a few miles in the distance, its glow emanating through the grassy hills. The collection of trees the pair had earlier walked through was a small cut of a much larger forest that surrounded the huge, vast area of open grassland, separating it from the rest of the world. Black, nightmarish mountains towered in the distance, bestowing a dark shadow over the manor up ahead, cobblestone walls surrounding its grounds. They reached the black steel gates which sat between the walls, and as they opened, Alucard led the way through the grounds towards the manor's doors. "Okay, what stuff?" Elvin then asked, hoping that his few minutes of silence would help get the vampire to answer his questions. Alucard rolled his eyes and snarled irritably. "I met some demon." "A demon? But...demons and vampires are enemies; that's like getting you to meet a werewolf." "Well, I'm supposed to be helping him move some vampires from his world to this one." "You're bringing vampires from some other world...to this one?" He nodded, reaching the manor's black front door. "Is...it really a good idea to bring more vampires here? It's only been six months since you outran the Diabolus—what if they find you again? What will you do with all these vampires?" Alucard sighed. "The Diabolus won't find me here; the last place they would expect to find me is living among humans." Elvin reached into his pocket and pulled out his notebook. "True...." He nodded but then shuffled around excitedly. "A whole new world?!" he squealed, scribbling onto the paper as he followed the vampire into his house. "What was it like? Was it like Alvenguard? Was it magical?" "One moon," Alucard said with a shrug, taking off his cloak, hanging it on the coat rack. "Some...eroded castle, not much to see." Nodding, Elvin followed him through the dark entrance hall and into a lounge. "And these vampires; why do you have to bring them here?" Alucard clicked his fingers, the candles lined around the room atop each shelf instantly lighting with small flickering flames. He then slumped down onto the black-leather, red-cushioned couch. He rested his right leg over the arm and looked over at Elvin as he slowly sat in the same-styled armchair opposite him. He took a moment to rest, looking around the black-adorned room. All the furniture was dark in colour and looked to be antique. The walls were black with oak-brown panelling lined around them; the front wall possessed three tall, arched windows, lantern-like lights hanging from the wall space between each of them. The vampire looked over at Elvin. "Damien wants to undermine his brother, Letholdus." "The...god?" Elvin frowned, looking over at him. He nodded and looked over at the silent fireplace. "The first step in doing so would be to fill this world with ethos that is not of his origin, therefore not of his control. So, we are starting vith these vampires. He has me helping some demon that apparently wants to help the vampires of his world because they were loyal to him throughout a war. Now, I have this night and half of tomorrow to find somevhere to put them and to try and hurry up this treaty I have been working on with the humans of the city." Nodding, Elvin scribbled in his notebook as Alucard spoke. "The human-vampire cohabitation treaty?" The vampire nodded. "Da." "I don't know if they'll hurry that up...so, you're helping a demon transport vampires from another world to this world because Damien wants to overthrow his brother, aka, the god of this world. Well, they're not really brothers, are they? These god people just call each other brother and sister—kinda weird. Anyway, why does Damien wanna overthrow Letholdus?" he asked, looking over at the vampire. Alucard shrugged and flicked his hand, the fireplace lighting with fire as crimson as his hair. "Damien hates his siblings, he wants to be on top; nothing more to it, really." "He wants to be in charge...so he's gonna...what? What's he doing once he has ethos that isn't Letholdus' in this world?" Looking over at him, Alucard shrugged again. "Outside ethos will corrupt the ethos here. The more there is, the more damage is done. I gather that Damien wants to weaken Letholdus and then kill 'im." Elvin wrote it down. "Kinda barbaric." "Eh, not my problem. Gods will do what gods want to do," he grumbled, staring into the fire. The bard then looked over at him. "So, are you gonna do it? Help the demon?" Alucard sighed. "What choice do I have? Damien asked me to do it; I can't exactly say no." Scribbling in his book once more, Elvin nodded and looked back over at him. "What about this demon?" he asked with a smirk. "He? She? What was it like?" The vampire scowled. "Must you know?" "Well, yeah. I need all the details. How else am I supposed to write this book? Could this book...possibly become a story of romance?" he teased. "A love triangle!" Rolling his eyes, he glared back into the fire. "Insufferable, stuck up businessman type; suit, blazer thing...I think he had a tie. I actually met him first outside a tavern; seems like Damien sent him to meet me on his own—I don't know why he thought that would work." "What happened?" "I told him to fuck off." Elvin sighed, but there was amusement in his voice when he said, "Oh, Vuuren. Perfect description, though. Love that." He wrote it down. "Seems like Damien loves him," the vampire grumbled. Elvin then stopped writing and looked over at Alucard. "From what I've heard, I really don't think that creature of a man could ever love anyone; he probably loves the fact that this demon guy does what he's told," he assumed. "Da," Alucard mumbled. "Okay, do you have a plan?" The vampire looked over at him. "For what?" "The whole...moving vampires from there to here thing." "What is there to plan? Go there, bring them here. Simple." "Okay, but where will they live? You haven't got the treaty sorted yet with the humans in the city, so they can't exactly live there, can they?" "My castle, I guess." Writing it down, Elvin nodded. "And the treaty?" "I'll try and sort that tomorrow; humans sleep the night away like babies," he grumbled. "So, you'll use tonight to prepare the castle, I assume?" "Da," he confirmed. Elvin smiled. "See, why can't you be like this all the time? You only seem to answer me when I'm asking for the book—you really do believe in me, don't you?" He grinned from ear to ear. Alucard rolled his eyes. The Bard sighed and closed his notebook. "Well, are you okay?" he then asked, concern in his voice. Alucard frowned, glancing over at him. "Why would I not be?" The bard shrugged. "I worry about you; you never really talk about how you feel, and you always look miserable when you get back from seeing Damien." "Don't you have a home to get to?" Alucard dismissed. Elvin frowned. "Well...yeah, but...don't you want me to help you tonight? I don't really have anything else to do." "No," Alucard denied. "Go home." The bard stood up and sighed. "Will you let me get chased by wolves? Attacked by pirates? Walk me home...please?" he pleaded. The vampire looked over at him. "No, no, and no," he grumbled, scowling. "Sergiu is outside with the carriage; tell him I told him to take you home." "Mean," Elvin mumbled as he turned around, heading for the door. "Where should I find you tomorrow?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at the vampire. "The city, outside the house of commons," he instructed, looking over at him. Sighing, Elvin turned around and made his way over to the door. As he left, he glanced back at Alucard, watching him as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He was worried about him—he knew how much Alucard despised Damien. But as much as he wanted to try and be there for him, he knew Alucard didn't want his company right now. Elvin knew him well enough to know that he wanted to be left alone for the rest of the night. With a pout on his face, Elvin pulled the door shut behind him and started searching the courtyard for Sergiu. ⤝❖⤞ | Alucard | As the bard left, Alucard looked back into the fire. Tonight hadn't been what he expected. This was the first time Damien sent an associate to find him on their own, and the first time he'd forced Alucard to work side-by-side with someone, too. At least all their working together involved was meeting to drop off and pick up the vampires, though. Alucard was glad, however, that he didn't have to see Damien alone. The last thing he wanted was to be in that creature's presence by himself. But the meeting had been somewhat humiliating; this new demon—Zalith—clearly thought that Alucard was incompetent and that he couldn't do what Damien asked of him. But Alucard was undoubtedly going to prove them both wrong. There had never been a time he failed at a task—not since...then. But he didn't want to think about that. Then, he scowled. Zalith had mentioned 'the cause'—what was the cause? He hadn't been made aware of any cause, something that the demon seemed to be familiar with alongside Damien. Clearly, Alucard had been left out of something once again. Did he care, though? Yes, he did. Damien made sure to always involve the vampire in some way or another. So, why hadn't he been told what this cause was? Not only did he have that to worry about now, but it looked like the werewolves were testing the waters. They hadn't set foot in any of Dor-Sanguis' towns or villages ever since he'd scared them off, so why had one been brave enough to hunt in Wrodiff tonight? He hoped it was just a stray desperate for food, but part of him knew things could never be that simple. The wolves were up to something...and he needed to find out before someone was killed—that would ruin everything he'd been working so hard for. "Don't you have a job to do?" came Damien's harrowing voice. Startled by his appearance, Alucard sat up straight and looked back over his shoulder. "Vampires need moving," Damien said, standing behind him. He made his way over and slumped down in the chair Elvin had been sitting in. "And yet, you sit around here like some useless fool. Not a surprise, though." He sighed, tapping his claws on the arm of the chair. Staring over at him, Alucard frowned cautiously. "I will be starting tomorrow; I need time to prepare a place for them to stay." Nodding slowly, Damien glared at him. "You still keep that human around—why?" "He's...my familiar," Alucard answered. "Hmm...." He nodded. "You tell him an awful lot, don't you?" "He's writing a novel." Damien scoffed. "Pointless frivolity. To sit somewhere for hours looking at written words when you can simply speak from memory. Human minds don't have such a capacity, though. Do you, Vladimirescu?" he asked as a smirk crept across his face. Keeping his eyes on the Daegelus, Alucard frowned slightly, unsure whether he was meant to answer or not. But Damien then sighed. "You heard Zalith and I mention the cause; I suppose I should tell you since I'll be needing you for it." "What is it?" he asked—he wasn't surprised Damien knew he was thinking about it. The Daegelus never requested permission to peer into one's mind. The Daegelus grinned and grabbed his shirt—Alucard did his best not to panic...and stared into his eyes. "If you speak a word of this to anyone...." His eyes wandered down to Alucard's chest. "It's a fascinating organ—the proselytes. It gives you mortal creatures the ability to harness the energy you were graced to have been born with. I've heard it's such a painful existence to have had one...and then to have lost it." Alucard understood his threat. "I won't tell anyvone." Damien scowled and let go of him. Then, he looked over at the fireplace. "I want everything my siblings have. I want access to their bloodlines; I want dominion over what they have come to make, to build, to own. I want all of it, and to do so, I need to possess their blood, their ethos, and I've found a way to do so." The vampire frowned. "You said that one day you would initiate the creation of another Daegelus—a child." He nodded. "Yes, I will need to create another creature quite like myself—another Daegelus. But when I do so, I will carefully craft into it everything I will need. I will make sure it possesses the blood of each of my siblings, the ethos of everything and everyone that I require. And then, when it has grown, I will simply absorb it, thus gaining everything it possesses, granting myself what I need." "Why do you need me?" "I need four fathers." "What?" "Four males of each bloodline—Lucifer's, Lilith's, Ephriel's, and Erich's. You so happen to be Lucifer's son, so what better choice for Lucifer's bloodline? Yes, you are incompetent, insufferable, but I simply have no other better choice. Zalith is of Lilith's bloodline. I am in search of an angel from Ephriel's, and I have one in mind. Then one of Erich's. Once I have found them, we will all meet to discuss preparations." "And...I gather you need a mother, too? For this child." "Yes," Damien answered, looking over at him. "Whilst you assist Zalith, I will be searching for a suitable mother—do you have any more stupid questions?" "No," he said, looking away from Damien's evil stare. Damien then smirked. "I have heard of an angel sent by my sister to keep an eye on Letholdus. I have thought about asking him—I will steal him from Ephriel, as I have stolen you from my brother." Alucard glanced over at him. "Now, get to work. I want those vampires in this world by this time next year, as I said. If you falter, you'll suffer." As Damien stood up, a look of angst appeared on Alucard's face. "I won't fail." "Good." The Daegelus smiled, placing his hand on Alucard's shoulder, digging his claws into it. The vampire scowled, keeping his eyes focused on the fire. "Remember what I have taught you, Vladimirescu, and don't let me down—again," he warned, letting go of his shoulder. Then, as Damien left as silently as he had arrived, Alucard stared sullenly, watching the flames within the fireplace. At least now he knew what this cause was—the cause that Zalith had mentioned. Damien was planning to create another Daegelus; he wanted to give it the blood of all the other Eternal Gods so that he may absorb it, thus absorbing the power he would give it. What was he going to do once he had access to the other Eternals' bloodlines? He knew that Damien wanted to kill Letholdus; that had to be why he didn't want someone possessing that Eternal's blood—if there were even any people out there descended from Letholdus. But what were his plans for his other siblings? Did he want to kill them, too? Or did he really just want access to their lineage? It wasn't really Alucard's problem—or his business. He had to do what he was told, and that was all he knew. He stood up and waved his hand, all of the flames within the fireplace withering. He made his way over to the door, irritably snatched his cape and left, setting out to begin preparations for the new task he had been given. ⏎ Back to Nosferatu ➲ Want to read a little more? Chapters 1-10 are available on Wattpad!

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 Chaos had ensnared sector one-three. The towering metal walls of the compound were torn wide-open; gunshots and metallic explosions enthralled the morning air, and as creatures fought against soldiers, the once green grass quickly adorned a blanket of crimson. From the windows of the V-22 Osprey, Luan and his pack stared down at the battle. His amber eyes widened as the aircraft flew overhead, approaching the landing zone. He could see monstrous bears and machine-mounted lizards, hundreds of gun-wielding humans, armoured vehicles, and deep, smoking craters. This wasn't going to be as simple as last night. "Hey," Caliban spoke into Luan's mind. "We got this." As Luan looked over at his brother, he frowned hesitantly. He tried not to be so meek as to tuck his black ears behind his head each time an explosion burst through the air, shaking the aircraft. He dug his claws into the metal floor, slowly turning his head to look out of the window again. "Get ready," Rakesh announced with a loud snarl. Everyone backed away from the windows, standing in two single-file lines behind their Alphas. The Osprey touched the ground, and with a violet rumble, the aircraft shook. Luan scowled, trying to banish his angst. He had never been one for large-scale battles; he preferred the easy, swift infiltrations. But this...this was a battleground unlike anything he'd seen. With a loud whirring, the aircraft's loading ramp opened, revealing the pack to their next assignment: take out the enemy, assist the humans, and make it out alive. Rakesh led the way out onto the battlefield with no hesitation. Aysel followed at his side, and the pack trailed behind him, heading for the burst-open walls of the compound. Everyone knew their assignments, and a plan had been formed on their way here. Now it was just a matter of getting it done. As they reached the walls, Rakesh turned right, and Aysel turned left, taking half of the pack each. Luan ran with Aysel, Raith, Tarkik, Feray, and Mani—it was their job to deal with the smaller Netherworlders: gargoyles, druids—there were even a few elves launching magic attacks at the collapsed building that had once operated in this compound. They all raced off in pairs, picking their first targets. Luan and Tarkik headed for an elf using the cover of a smoking jeep to launch his attacks, while Aysel and Raith went for a grounded gargoyle. Feray and Mani charged at a group of sword-wielding druids—they looked just like humans, but atop their heads, they possessed the antlers of deer. Luan snarled as he charged head-on towards the elf, while Tarkik used the cover of the battleground's smoke to scurry around behind the elf's cover. Noticing him incoming, the elf stumbled in preparing his next attack, and clamped his fist shut, deactivating the charging white magic in his hand. As Luan ran at him, the elf adorned a look of hesitation and jumped to his feet— Good, he was distracted. Before the elf could do a thing, Tarkik pounced at him from behind, sinking his teeth into his shoulder. As the elf yelled in pain and fell under Tarkik's weight, Luan pounced over his packmate and savagely sunk his teeth into a second elf, which had run over to try and assist the other. With both elves down, the pair then headed off towards a group of struggling soldiers battling gargoyles and shifted druids. As a soldier fired at the gargoyle's leathery wings, Luan leapt up into the air and clamped his jaws around the creature's leg. He pulled it to the ground, and before it had a chance to solidify, the soldiers behind Luan all fired their rifles, the silver bullets piercing its skin with ease. Tarkik slammed his body into a druid that had taken on the form of a tiger. They fought for a moment, but Luan swiftly joined his packmate and helped him tear apart the savage cat—it stood no chance. "Nice one," Tarkik spoke into Luan's mind. Luan nodded, and then, they both took a moment to scour the area. Each of their packmates was engaged in combat, more of the soldiers' armoured trucks were rolling in, and as the sound of an approaching helicopter rang through the sounds of metallic explosions and gunfire, Luan and Tarkik set their eyes on their next target. Not too far away, a huge golden-furred berserker crashed its body into a gun-mounted truck, sending it tumbling across the ground, and it missed Feray and Mani by mere inches. Despite the platoon of soldiers they had with them, they were going to need Luan and Tarkik's help against such a monster. So, without hesitation, Luan and Tarkik raced over to their packmates. The bear seemed to be avoiding Mani and Feray, and as Luan and Tarkik joined the fight, the creature started backing off, swiping its paws forward, whining each time a bullet from the soldiers' guns hit its thick pelt. Its blood started seeping from its wounds, and as it became slower and weaker, the soldiers stopped firing, and let the four wolves close in on the bear, finishing it off. But that was when an ear-piercing howl cut through the sounds of battle. The four wolves raised their heads from the bear's dead, bloody body, and stared in the direction of the howl. Luan frowned—that didn't sound like Aysel. And it didn't look like her, either. He set his amber eyes on the blurred figure of a white wolf in the far distance, just outside the compound's blown-open walls. It stood atop a jagged rock, its howl travelling upon the cold breeze. No wolf had any time to prepare for what came next—distracted, all four of them failed to hear the panicked calls of retreat from the soldiers and the whirring of the incoming helicopter— In a fiery explosion of rubble and metal, the helicopter collided with the building, the gargoyles that had brought it down scattering before it crashed. Luan and his packmates were thrown off their feet, and as he landed back on the ground with a loud thump, Luan groaned painfully. His ears were ringing, his vision was disorientated; the ground beneath him shook and rumbled, the sounds of distorted gunfire echoing through his head. He looked around for his packmates, but the bright fire from the burning building made it hard for him to see much at all. And then, sudden dread gripped hold of him—a heart-wrenching feeling of dismay. Something was wrong, and it wasn't the burning building beside him. Wolves began to flood out of the fire, pouncing over the rubble, sprinting past the recovering soldiers. Luan watched from where he lay—he'd not seen these wolves before, and none of them possessed the white collars he and his pack did. Why? One of the uncollared wolves noticed him—it paused in its fleeing sprint and stared at him with its emerald-green eyes. Luan felt panic strike him, and as the wolf started to hurry over to him, he tried his best to climb to his paws, but his startled body throbbed in pain— Bang!!! Luan flinched and gawped in horror as a bullet pierced the approaching wolf's head. Blood exploded from the side of its furred face, and as its pecan-brown body fell to the ground, Luan wasn't sure if he felt mortified...or relieved. "Get up, hound!" came the voice of a man. Turning his head, Luan set his eyes on one of the platoon's lieutenants. The man glared over at him as a group of soldiers dragged their wounded comrades to cover behind him. Luan knew better than to lay there and mope, so he forced himself to his feet and stood on his trembling legs, looking around for his packmates. Tarkik was helping Feray to her feet, and Mani was already up and assisting a nearby group of soldiers. "Stop the rogues from escaping!" the lieutenant called. Luan looked over at him and then turned his head, setting his eyes on a group of uncollared wolves fleeing the compound as soldiers shot at them. But he felt...hesitant. Kill wolves? Kill...their own? His eyes then shifted to Caliban. He watched as his brother raced towards the fleeing wolves, Rakesh not too far behind. Oh, how Luan envied his brother—he never hesitated to do what was ordered— "Luan!" Tarkik called. He took his eyes off his brother and looked over at Tarkik. He, Mani and Feray were heading for another berserker—Luan would much rather deal with that than chase down other wolves. So he followed his packmates, heading for the huge bear as it tore through the soldiers. But as it saw them approaching, the bear dropped down onto all fours, turned tail, and ran. It was running away? Luan and his packmates chased after it. However, as they followed it towards the walls, Luan could see that it wasn't just this berserker fleeing—every enemy was retreating, heading for the forest outside the walls. And that was when Aysel's howl summoned them back to the battlefield. The four of them abandoned the bear and raced back towards the fire and ash. Above them, gargoyles fled for the trees, the elves and druids rode atop what remained of the bears, and those of the enemy that couldn't escape were picked off by the soldiers. Was it over? As quickly as they could, Luan, Tarkik, Mani and Feray raced back to join their pack, but when they reached them, they were all crowded around something. Was Rakesh or Aysel giving orders? Was someone hurt? Everyone looked back at Luan and his packmates as they arrived—more specifically, they stared at Luan, some with looks of sorrow, others with stares of confliction. Luan wanted to ask why they were all looking at him, but as Judith and Lusine stepped aside, what lay in the centre of their huddle forced a painful dagger straight through Luan's chest. Upon the ground, Caliban lay in a puddle of blood. His white fur had been torn off in chunks, and the wounds all over his still body were gushing crimson. Tears, slashes, and bites smothered him, and his jaw was spread, a look of utter terror on his lifeless face. Disbelief struck Luan first—this wasn't real...this couldn't have happened. He stared, convinced his brother would get up, but when the realization hit him, Luan scowled in distress and pounced over to him. He lay his body over his brother's, concentrating, trying to force his body to heal Caliban's...but nothing happened. No aura, no healing.... Luan's face contorted into a dismayed stare as his packmates backed off. He shook his head, grief tightening his throat, his heart racing, each beat sending a slither of pain through his trembling body. He whined and wailed in grief, nuzzling Caliban's face, trying to speak into his mind, but there was nothing there...just a cold, deep emptiness. His brother was gone. ⏎ Back to Wild Wolves

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐤 Luan woke to the white of his room, the morning alarms blaring through the hallway. As the red light above his single-windowed door flashed, he sat up in his bed, but he gripped his blanket before it could reveal his chest. With his amber eyes, he stared over at his door. He knew he had only a few minutes before it would open, so he climbed out of bed, a shiver of cold slithering through his body as his bare feet touched the floor. He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring at his human skin. Most wolves felt uncomfortable and wrong in their human forms, but Luan felt that no wolf felt as erroneous as he did. His human body didn't match who he was—he felt...trapped. Like something had gone wrong when he was born. With a distraught look on his face, he snatched the piled white bandages from the sink and began hastily wrapping them around his chest, doing his very best to hide the breasts that clung to it. He despised how they looked against his tawny brown skin, but he had to make do with what he had. Once he was done, he pulled on a long-sleeved shirt to mask his curved body and a pair of black trousers. For a moment, he stared at himself, moving his hand up to the white collar sitting around his neck. He wished he could hide that, too. The little red lights on its left side flashed every few seconds, and as Luan dragged his fingers over the grooves where the collar locked together, he uttered a grunt of revolt. He heard the doors in the hall begin to slide open, and he darted out of the bathroom and stood in the centre of his room. He waited, listening. The voices of the guards echoed from down the hall, "One-one-three, one-one-four, one-one-five...." Luan watched as his door slid open, and as the uniformed guard stood on the threshold, his amber eyes wandered down to the pistol holstered at the man's right side. "One-one-six," he said. "Good morning," Luan replied, just as he did every morning. The guard held up his left hand, a small fob between his fingers. He clicked the button on its end, and in response, Luan's collar beeped. Wordlessly, the guard then left. Luan relaxed his shoulders with a quiet sigh. "One-one-seven," came the guard's voice. Caliban's voice followed with, "Good morning." "One-one-eight...." Waiting for the guard to be done with his rounds, Luan lifted his hand to his head and fiddled with his white-black, ear-length hair. He felt a rumble in his gut—he was so hungry; he could eat anything. "One-one-nine...." He moved his hand over the birthmark on his forehead. The three-inch mark was shaped like a gibbous moon and sat in the very dead centre of his forehead. It had been there for all sixteen years of his life. "One-two-zero...." Luan rolled his eyes and turned his head, glaring into his bathroom as he tapped his foot. "One-two-one—" Uttering another sigh, he looked up at the ceiling and around his bare, bright room, but as the footsteps of the guard started echoing down the hall again, he stared ahead and stood up straight. He watched as the guard walked by, and moments later, the sound of the doors at the end of the hall opening followed. Luan waited, and once the doors closed, the same alarm that woke him from his sleep rang down the hallway. He could finally relax. Luan left his room, stepping out into the white, plain hallway. The rest of his packmates stepped out too, all in their human forms, and all with similar birthmarks on their foreheads. "Luan!" Caliban called. As Luan turned left to head for the mess hall, his brother waited by his door, and when Luan passed him, he walked at his brother's side. "Thanks again for last night, man," he said, patting Luan's back. "You really saved my ass—and Raith's." "It was nothing," Luan mumbled, shrugging. Caliban, as energetic as ever, shook his head and laughed, following Luan over to the canteen area where a small selection of breakfast items had been laid out. "I owe you one, little bro." Luan grabbed his plate and stood in line behind the rest of his packmates as they waited for their turn to get their breakfast. "You don't." But Caliban didn't seem to hear him. "And did you see Aysel? She's so badass." Sighing, Luan took a step closer to the canteen as the line shortened. "And Rakesh—he took a whole berserker down by himself while Raith and I struggled against the others," Caliban preached, ignoring the irritated tuts of their pack behind him. "Yeah, I saw," Luan said as he reached the canteen and grabbed a few pieces of bread. Caliban was just about two years older than Luan. He was so loud and energetic, nothing like his little brother, who preferred to keep quiet and to himself. In fact, Luan found it surprising that Caliban was as close to Rakesh as he was. "It was a close one," he concurred. Taking some bread for himself, and then some eggs and bacon after Luan had taken some, Caliban shook his head and grinned. "So close." Luan then led the way over to one of the two tables. Seat assignment was an unspoken rule among the pack; the Alphas usually sat with their closest betas, and despite being one of Rakesh's back-ups and heir, Caliban never chose to sit at their table. Instead, he sat with the rest of the pack and his little brother over by the right wall. Caliban sat beside Luan, and once he'd placed his plate down, he rested his right arm on the table and looked over at him. "Any idea what the suits were after this time?" he asked quietly. "Nobody ever knows," Luan mumbled. Then, he glanced over at the other table, watching as Rakesh and Aysel sat down. "You're close to Rakesh—you never asked him?" "Guy's pretty tightly knit with Aysel. Raith and I don't know anything," his brother muttered, greedily wharfing down his food. Luan stared over at Rakesh and Aysel for a moment, Caliban's non-stop talking drowning out as his amber eyes focused upon Aysel. Her ashen hair fell gracefully down to her thigh, and the hollow, perfectly circular birthmark in the centre of her head glimmered in the light of the white room. Rakesh was the polar opposite of her. His hair was as dark as night, his eyes a very gloomy brown. The birthmark on his head was also a perfect circle, but it wasn't hollow like Aysel's. His sharp face was scruffy with stubble, and he didn't bother to button his clothes—why would he? Like everyone else here, he felt more at home in his wolf form. Luan watched as their inner circle sat with them at their table—Ehann, Judith and Raith, the female beta that had assisted Rakesh last night along with Caliban. They all had that same moody gloom hanging over them—except Aysel. She had such a graceful aura— "Ay, Luan." Tarkik's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The tall, skinny boy sat across the table from Luan; he had about three hairs on his face, clinging for dear life, and the black-white hair atop his head was knotted and ghastly-looking. "Nearly lost you again last night," Mani said as he looked over at Caliban and sat beside Tarkik. He looked very similar to Luan—their birthmarks mirrored one another, and the patches of white hair on Luan's head were black on Mani's. Caliban scoffed and waved his hand over at Mani. "I was fine—Luan had my back." He patted Luan's back again. "Little bro's got us all, right?" Luan smiled with a mouth full of bread. "First time we've seen berserkers in a while—these guys we've been taking down must be getting desperate," Mani muttered, loudly chewing on his bacon. "And the ambush...they were really mad, huh?" "They've been desperate for a while," Tarkik corrected, picking apart the crust from his bread. Caliban nodded. "Ever since the wolves came to help the humans here, the bears were left pretty desperate." Luan stared down at his plate as he ate his breakfast. He'd heard the same stories more times than he could count since he'd been born here. Wolves had always served humans and Aysel and Rakesh's ancestors had specifically chosen to assist the suits in a time of war between mankind and the creatures of the Netherworld—berserkers were one of many, and currently the biggest threat the suits faced. But no one really knew why the suits were at war with Netherworlders, and Luan often wondered...did their ancestors know? They must have if they had chosen to work with these humans and left it in the hands of their descendants to continue to aid them. But he hadn't forgotten what he'd seen last night, either—or at least...what he thought he saw. That red blur had looked like a wolf...but it was dark, he was panicking. Why would wolves attack the suits and their soldiers? All wolves served Lyca-Corp. It was probably some strange Netherworlder Luan hadn't seen or heard of before. If it had been wolves, he was sure Rakesh would be up in arms about it. Laughing, Caliban then nudged Luan's arm with his shoulder. "Am I right?" he asked. He hadn't been listening to their conversation, so he just nodded. "Yeah, I suppose." Tarkik and Mani shook their heads as the rest of their pack joined their table. "What's going on?" Lusine asked, sitting beside Mani. The girl was the same age as the rest of them, and her white hair fell just past her shoulders. The roots grew out black, and a single black lock flowed down close to her right ear. "Tarkik and Mani are just tryna tell me the bears are holding back. They're scared—it's obvious," Caliban uttered, chewing on his bread. Lusine smiled as she sat down. "Well, whatever they're holding back, they better use it soon. Rakesh thinks we're closing in on their leader." Everyone glanced around the table at each other. But before any of them could mutter a word, the lights in the room shut off and pulsed red, and that whirring alarm Luan detested started blaring. It was time to leave. Tarkik groaned loudly as everyone stood up. "Already? I'm barely awake, man." "Tell me about it," Mani complained. "I'll see ya later," Caliban said, patting Luan's shoulder. As everyone headed towards the hallway, Luan watched Caliban rush to join Rakesh. Single file, everyone made their way down the hallway towards the locked double doors at its end. Moments later, the alarms shut off and the doors unlocked, letting the twelve of them into the large, empty white hall, where they all stood side by side. Luan looked over at the barred door on the left wall, and as it opened, armed, faceless soldiers marched into the hall, followed by a single suited man, who made his way over and stood before Luan's pack. The man's eyes were hidden behind his tinted glasses, but Luan could feel his sights on him. The man eyed each of them, a vacant stare on his face. What was it going to be this time, Luan wondered? "There's been an attack on sector one-three. We're heading over there to assist," the man said, his voice deep, cold, and toneless. "Head to extraction point two—ETA, ten minutes." Then, he turned around and left the room, his soldiers following. As the barred door shut, Rakesh and Aysel stepped out of line to look at the rest of the pack. Behind them, the large white shutters started opening, revealing the foggy morning field outside. "You heard him," Rakesh called, pulling off his shirt—then, in the blink of an eye, he morphed into his all-black wolf form. Everyone followed behind him, morphing into their wolf forms, and as Rakesh and Aysel led the way, the pack charged out into the field, heading for the extraction point. ⏎ Back to Wild Wolves ▶ Next Chapter

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THE ATROPHY OF CLEMENTINE DARLINGTON Standalone Novel After being told he has only six months left to live, Clementine decides to track down his sister's murderers, leading him to Aldergrove Academy. ⤠ ≻ ◈ ≺ ⤟ "ᴀʟᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴍᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ. ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ--ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴅɪᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ...ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ." Clementine, while withering beneath his terminal sickness, must avoid the desperate, devious students of Aldergrove Academy and find the Ravenblood, the people responsible for his sister's murder. But after a girl is attacked on the first day of the semester, and his life is almost taken from him, he realizes his task might be more tedious than he initially thought. And the students aren't the only ones stalking the corridors at night in search of lonesome victims. NOVEL ⤠ ≻ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ≺ ⤟ TRAILER View the THE ATROPHY OF CLEMENTINE DARLINGTON book trailer ⊳⊱ Listen to the TAoCD Spotify playlist ⊰⊲ READ A LITTLE... Check out the first three chapters & the entire first draft on Wattpad - click any 'Read More' button to go there! CHAPTER ONE - A MURDER, A MYSTERY 1488 words They gave Clementine six months. Seven at most. Colligo-interitus became terminal in its later stages. The black bile that had seeped from his mouth could have been caused by several things where he'd grown up—why would anyone think it was a disease that had disappeared over a hundred years ago? ➣ Read More CHAPTER TWO - WELCOME TO ALDERGROVE ACADEMY 1911 words Clementine claimed the seat farthest from the front in history class. Back here, he could get a good look at everyone he'd be sharing this room with for the rest of the semester. More particularly, he eyed the hands of each student as they made their way in and chose their seats. Not one possessed a Ravenblood ring, and in his disappointment, he sighed quietly and leaned back in his seat. ➣ Read More CHAPTER THREE - OBSERVANT EYES 1988 words Shimmering, golden eyes. That was all Clementine could remember of his attacker's face—all he could remember of the moment everything he desired to do might have come to an end. He looked around the art studio, hiding behind his blank canvas. He searched for a student with those eyes, white hair, and a navy turtleneck. But no one fit the picture. ➣ Read More TAoCD: Work ⏎ Back to home

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 - 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 Moonlight. Silver spread across the gloomy, resting city, shining off the glass walls and puddles of rainwater. Midnight crept closer, and as sleep quietened the night, a whisp of white sleeked through a narrow alley. Silently, the lone ashen wolf navigated the city's darkest, smallest cracks. It left no hint of a trail, its ice-white eyes focused on what lay ahead. Alleys, gutters, and dead-still streets—it raced across the deserted roads, avoiding the light. The sound of a speeding vehicle broke the silence, and the wolf darted for cover beneath a resting van. It watched as the racing bike sped around the street corner and up into the murky fog that had begun to ensnare the roads. It was almost time. From the shadows, the pack followed. Wolves of white and black; they spread out, following their Alpha's silent navigation to the very centre of the city, and as the chiming of midnight rang through the streets, the wolves surrounded a large warehouse sitting in the shadow of a towering, glass high-rise. Luan, an ashen-coated wolf with a streak of twisting black on his back, folded his dark ears back behind his head as he crouched beneath a dying hedge in the warehouse's courtyard. He watched with his amber eyes as his pack got into position, awaiting their Alpha's instruction. Their Alpha, the white-eyed wolf leading the hunt, followed the shadow cast by the warehouse. She scurried to a stack of crates, effortlessly pounced up atop them and slinked in through an open window. There were times Luan envied Aysel's confidence, but the thought of leading the pack was something angst-inducing. He was comfortable with his role as beta. Whirring machinery broke the silence. The warehouse shutters started opening—that was their cue. As his packmates burst out of the shadows, Luan followed, heading for the loading bay the opening warehouse shutters revealed to them. He repeated the plan over in his head: 'once the shutters open, enter the loading bay, follow the halls'—with Aysel and Rakesh leading the way, Luan and his pack raced into the loading bay, stepping over the mangled corpses of the guards Aysel had slain, and darted down the hallways, approaching a pair of double doors. Rakesh was Aysel's mate and the pack's male Alpha. He sped up and ran ahead, and with the weight of his body, Rakesh crashed into the doors, forcing them open. As he skidded along the floor, Aysel and the ten members of her pack charged at the group of men scrambling for the guns lain out on a table not too far from a rattling generator. Luan lunged at the man closest to him, sinking his teeth into his arm. The man yelled and crashed his other fist into the side of Luan's head—the wolf whimpered and lost his grip, but swiftly recovered, and before the man could grab his rifle, Luan pounced and forced the man down onto the floor. He was twice the size of this man, and now that he had him pinned, it was over. Savagely, Luan tore at the man's throat, the sour taste of his human blood burning his maw. As the man uttered his last breath, Luan lifted his head, quickly searching for anyone that might need assistance, but his pack was swift, efficient, and left no man alive. Aysel signalled the next phase of their mission with a stern snarl. Obediently, all ten betas followed behind her and Rakesh through the doors at the back of the room, across a narrow metal walkway and into an office. This time, the guards were prepared. Guns in hand, the men aimed at the wolves and fired, but each and every bullet was dodged, and led by their Alphas, the wolves tore the men down in a matter of moments. Clear. Luan followed his pack to the next hall, but as they burst through the doors, things became a lot more complex. Not only were there at least thirty guards positioned around the room, but in the centre, three bears larger than any wolf stood with torn clothes at their feet. Berserkers. Rakesh and Aysel had come prepared for this, however. Rakesh took Caliban and Raith, the pack's two strongest betas, and went straight for the bears, and Aysel swiftly led the way into the room to begin taking down the armed men. But there were so many of them—three to one. Despite their strength as a pack, they were at a disadvantage. Aysel was their leader for a reason, though. Not only was she swift, smart, and courageous, but she had something the rest of the pack did not. As Rakesh and his chosen betas clashed with the bears—and when the men were about to fire their guns, Aysel raised her head and bellowed an ear-piercing howl, which rattled the walls and shattered any glass within the room. The men dropped their weapons and clamped their hands against their ears—time to attack. Luan and three of his packmates scurried to the left, while the other four betas raced to the right, leaving Aysel to recover behind the cover of a crate. While the berserkers fought against Rakesh, the deafened humans were swiftly taken down by the rest of the pack. And once they were done, it was time to help with the bears. Rakesh and his two betas had taken down just one, and as its huge body fell to the floor, the second bear smashed its paw into Raith's side. As she was launched across the room, it was down to Rakesh and Caliban. They fought a bear each, and just as the pack reached them, Rakesh's right side became exposed, and the third bear took its chance to attack. Caliban dived in front of his Alpha, taking the devastating blow, which sent him tumbling across the floor. Rakesh snarled, telling the injured beta to retreat, and as Caliban dragged himself away, Luan and the rest of the pack came to Rakesh's aid. Luan hated berserkers. Savage, terrifying beasts—they could tear a wolf apart in moments. But he and his pack knew to avoid the beasts' claws. Each time the bears swung their paws, the wolves backed off. Together, the pack surrounded them, sinking their teeth into their thick pelts. Blood splashed onto the floor; the bears' horrific growls shook the ground. They swiped, they snapped their jaws, they turned around and tried to fight each white-black wolf off, but with ten wolves simultaneously attacking, the berserkers were down in no more than a few minutes. Aysel gave the all-clear with a normal howl, one that didn't shatter the inside of someone's ears. While Rakesh hurried to his tired mate, the betas surrounded Caliban, who had collapsed to the floor, blood seeping from his wounds. Luan looked more horrified than the rest—Caliban was especially close to him. But this was where Luan specialised, and as everyone backed off, Luan approached his injured brother. The white of his fur was crimson, gashes cut into his skin—Caliban was stronger than most, for these wounds would have surely claimed the life of any other. With haste, Luan rested his body over Caliban's, and as he concentrated, a white aura began to slither around them both. The pained scowl on Caliban's bloodied face began to lift, and the wounds on his body started to close. But as Caliban was healed, Luan began to feel the strain of his power. His body started to ache, fatigue constricting him tighter and tighter each moment he spent tending to his packmate. But this was his purpose. He didn't care that it made him feel tired and disorientated. Once he was healed, Caliban thanked Luan with a nuzzle to his neck. But Luan wasn't done yet. Swiftly, he hurried over to where Raith lay, and rested his body over hers, healing her wounds. Luan began to feel nauseous, and as he and Raith stood up, he felt his body shiver. To his relief, though, the mission was over, and he could soon fall into his bed. As Luan and Raith joined the rest of the pack, Aysel and Rakesh made their way over. The sound of boots pounding against the floor approached, but the pack weren't afraid. They waited, watching as a group of armed, armoured soldiers marched into the room, followed by a trio of suited men. They glided across the floor like phantoms, vacant stares on their pale faces. When the soldiers surrounded the room, the suits passed the wolves and headed over to a door at the very end of the room. Luan turned his head, watching the three of them as they opened the doors and headed inside. They were in there for a few minutes, and all Luan could hear was the shuffling of paper, the opening of file cabinets, and the tip-tapping of fingers against a keyboard. The soldiers then led the way out, and behind the suits, Aysel and Rakesh followed, guiding their pack. Nobody ever questioned what the suits were after, or why they needed so much security. The pack only knew that they were here to serve these men, and serve them, they had. Tonight had been just another typical hunt—another raid. Aysel and Rakesh would lead the way in; the pack would take out the enemy, and then the suits would rush in and take whatever it was they took. And now, it was time to head back home. But when the pack emerged outside, a distant howl broke through the night's silence. The pack stopped in their tracks, pricking their ears up, frantically searching the area with their eyes. The soldiers pointed their weapons, slowly moving forward, and as a thick black fog began seeping into the warehouse courtyard. Luan's heart raced in his chest. He stuck close to his brother, who looked just as alarmed as everyone else—even Rakesh and Aysel looked concerned. Where had the howl come from? Was there another pack out in the city undertaking a mission nearby? Could the sound have been from something else and not a wolf? Luan looked over at his brother—he looked around at his pack, but not one of them seemed to know what was going on. The soldiers continued forward, shouting their orders through the fog. They hurried towards the extraction point, the sound of the whirring helicopter growing louder as it approached. Luan stared ahead, his amber eyes searching the darkness for the flares marking the helicopter's landing point...but that was when the thumping of paws against the ground echoed through the fog. With a savage snarl, a blur of black burst out of the fog and snatched one of the soldiers. His scream bellowed around them as he was dragged into the fog and out of sight. "Ambush!" the lead soldier yelled. "Get them to the extraction point!" Luan stared in horror, watching as the soldiers started firing into the fog. Monstrous snarls and panicked whines echoed around them—he had no idea what was hiding in the fog, and when his pack started racing for the extraction point with the suits, Luan knew better than to fall behind. He raced to his brother's side, panic in his eyes, his legs trembling. What was going on? Was it berserkers? An ambush? He looked over at his brother again, but Caliban had his eyes focused on the suits up ahead. Luan glanced back over his shoulder, and as he caught sight of a huge, red, hound-like figure pouncing at one of the soldiers, his eyes widened in dread—wolves? "Let's go!" came the voice of a man, and as Luan stared ahead again, he spotted the helicopter and a soldier hanging onto the opened doors. Relief filled his eyes—he didn't look back again. The suits climbed inside, and once Luan and his pack followed, the soldier pulled the door shut. What about the soldiers that had stayed back? He looked over at the man that had shut the door—it didn't look like he was going to open again, and the helicopter wasn't waiting around, either. It started lifting off, and as it pulled up out of the fog, Luan stared down at the ground below. The flashes of gunfire ceased; the snarls and whines fell silent...and as the helicopter turned and sped off towards the mountains, that same, ominous howl rang in the distance. ⏎ Back to Wild Wolves ▶ Next Chapter

CHAPTER TWO ー ⊰ ✟ ⊱ ー THE BARD'S TALE | Elvin | Elvin flew out of the tavern's wide-open door, grasping his beloved lute against his chest. His pecan-brown hair was scattered with pieces of rotten tomato and peanut shells, and as the crowd inside hollered in revolt, he pouted sadly. "You don't know a good story when you hear it!" he yelled, shaking his fist. "Get lost!" the doorman shouted, pulling the door shut. Alone on the street, Elvin scowled sullenly. He had so many other things he could say, but what was the point of wasting his breath? No one wanted to hear his stories; nobody wanted to hear the truth about the vampires they shared Dor-Sanguis with. He was the only one that could tell that story...but he'd not give another second to the hapless drunks inside that establishment. As he ruffled his hair with his hand and shook the food from it, he turned around and walked down the cold, lantern-lit cobblestone street. He pulled his feather-tipped hat from his inside pocket, and once he put it on, he glanced up at the star-filled sky. He admired the array of beautiful colours spread throughout it as a result of the six brightly glowing moons. The mixture of purple, red, blue, and gold shined like sunlight through a stained-glass window, and if there was anything Elvin found beautiful in this world of darkness and misery, it was that. He looked up and down the road, but there wasn't a single person in sight. The quietness sent a shiver down his spine, and he didn't know where he was going. He thought he'd be in the tavern much longer than he was, and for all he knew, it could be hours before it was time to meet Alucard. A small school of shimmering, silver fish swam around the lantern he was approaching. What were they doing out now? Skyfish didn't descend past the clouds unless it was raining. Was it going to rain soon? That was the last thing he needed. His hat wouldn't keep his head dry and he'd surely catch a cold. He started thinking about the tavern again, and it made a sour scowl warp his face. "I'm better than all the other bards," he told himself as he turned left at the crossroad. "All they sing about is nonsense about some ugly lady and her stupid man friend. No one wants to hear about that. Stupid love stories. Stupid bard. Stupid tavern. They should be pining after my stories!" He looked back over his shoulder as the wind raced past him, almost swiping the hat from his head. "I'm talented," he muttered, pouting. His words hadn't gone unheard. He sharply turned his head to stare ahead as a low growl ruptured the night's ominous quiet. The bard frowned and gripped his lute tightly, watching a pair of dim yellow eyes shimmer in the dark alley across the road. He tensed up and dropped his instrument as he screamed in horror, but before Elvin could flee, a blurred beast burst out of the shadows and crashed into him, pinning him against the wall. The bard let out a hysterical screech, and the wolfish monster snarled ferociously in his face. Elvin whimpered and cried as he tried to escape the monster's grip. He knew he couldn't do anything, though. What was a measly little human going to do against a werewolf? Suddenly, the sound of slicing metal silenced the beast. Blood exploded from the wolf's neck, spraying all over Elvin's revolted face, and as the creature's head slid off its body, Elvin squirmed around in revolt. The beast hit the ground, and as a river of red oozed down the street, the bard frantically dragged his hands over his face, trying to wipe the blood away. But then, he gritted his teeth in anger; he turned his head sharply and set his eyes on his saviour. "You always do this to me!" he exclaimed, stumbling back as he glared at the ice-pale man who stood with the dead beast at his feet and a bloody rapier in his right hand. While Elvin stood a mere five-foot-five, this man towered above six feet tall. Alucard took his hellish eyes off the beast and glared over at Elvin. The light of the lanterns shone oddly on his red-as-blood hair, which fell to his jaw in length, tied loosely behind his head—much like Elvin's. A small, gold-looped earring shimmered in his right, sharply pointed ear, and an irritated look clung to his pale face. He flicked his sword, banishing the beast's blood from its blade before sheathing it at his side. Elvin shuddered in fear, wrapping his arms around himself. "What the heck was it doing here?!" "Your guess is as good as mine," Alucard grumbled. His accent was thick, and he spoke much faster than anyone else Elvin knew. Alucard didn't hail from the same land as him, but he had been around him so long that he understood every word. "W-what if there's more?!" he shrieked, looking up and down the road. "Zhere are no more." Elvin trusted him. He let his arms hang at his sides, stared down at the headless beast for a moment...and then gulped, looking over at Alucard. "R-right...okay, well...thank you, I guess." "Vhat are you doing out 'ere? I told you to stay in zhe tavern." He scoffed and muttered, "They kicked me out, that's what." Alucard smirked amusedly. The bard huffed in frustration. "You hate my stories, too, don't you? You should thank me, you know. I go out of my way to try and tell people your real story. The people here aren't so open to this whole 'become allies with the humans' thing you got going on with the city." "And do zhey listen?" Alucard asked, stepping away from the headless wolf. He pouted stubbornly. "No." "Zhen, I suggest you vind new 'obby," he said, glancing down at Elvin's shattered lute. Only just coming to notice his precious instrument had suffered in its fall, Elvin screeched hysterically and dropped to his knees beside it. "Why must I suffer so greatly this horrific night?!" "You grieve vor your lute, yet it zoesn't matter zhat you almost became someving's food?" Elvin looked up at him. "I almost become something's food every night, Vuuren," he said with a scowl. "Zhat isn't my vault. You vere zhe vone zhat chose to vollow me avound," he mumbled, shrugging as he watched the bard climb to his feet. Wiping his trousers, Elvin sighed. "How else am I supposed to write a story?" he asked, walking beside Alucard as he led the way up the street, leaving the dead wolf on the roadside. Elvin glanced back at it and frowned. "And you're gonna leave that there? In the forest, sure, but here in the middle of the road?" "My people vill come and get vid of it," he said dismissively. "No vone is going to listen vhen you try to tell zhe better side of a story zhat 'as vorever been told as a tale of 'orror and murder," he continued. "Zhe people in zhis town can 'ate my plan all zhey vant—it is 'appening, vhether zhey like it or not. As vor your story, if it means so much to you, 'ave you not vhought about making it about somevone else?" "Well, you convinced the city to live with vampires, so I'm sure this place will come around eventually. And why would I want to write about anyone else? You're the greatest man I've come to meet! Where else in this boring world do you think I could find someone like Alucard, the son of a Numen; Vuuren, The Vampire Lord of the night, Vlad, the first monster to walk the land in the body of a man!" he sang. "There's no one else out there I could ever possibly want to write about." Alucard rolled his eyes in response. "Zhat's not vhat I meant; my name 'as been spoken ill of vor too many centuries. Vrite about me, but give me a new name." Elvin pointed at him as his eyes filled with astonishment. "You're right! No one would be none the wiser. But what to call you...A...something," he said, tapping his chin. "I'll think of the greatest name! I would call you Alucard—" Alucard scowled in hostility. "But...you don't let anyone call you that. It's either 'Vuuren' or 'my lord'." Sighing, Alucard shook his head. "Just...leave zhe backstory out, 'uh?" "Why? Your past is what got you to where you are now; how could I take that out?" "Because it zoesn't need to be known," he snarled. The bard hung his head in shame. "Yeah, you're right." Then, he glanced back over his shoulder at the headless wolf. With his fear returning, he looked up at Alucard. "What do you think that wolf was doing here? They've not been brave enough to come out of the forests in weeks." "I zon't know. I vill vind out, zhough. Zhe last ving I need vight now is vor zhem to become a pain in my ass again." Elvin nodded. "Yeah. Maybe Tobias can help." He looked up at him, waiting for him to respond, but when he didn't, the bard swiftly changed the subject. "Did you get your things done for tonight? The things you refuse to tell me about." "Da." That meant yes. "So...will you tell me about them now?" He didn't reply. "Tell me...please?" he pleaded. "No." Elvin frowned irritably. "You never tell me anything." Alucard looked over at him and sighed. "I killed a verevolf Alpha vor somevone, and zhen Zamien summoned me to meet 'im." "Oh, Damien, huh?" he asked with a look of angst smothering his once eager face. Even the slightest mention of that man discomforted him. "What did you have to do? Meet someone again? Even more werewolf stuff? Or...Diabolus?" "Zhe virst vone," the vampire said, glaring ahead as they followed a dirt path out of the town and towards a small forest. The bard eyed him sceptically. "Did you...have a date, Vuuren?" "Vhat?" he snapped, looking over at him. "I zon't care vhat vas." A nervous laugh broke free of Elvin's sigh. "Yeah, true. Well, whatever it was—probably not a date...I want all the details when we get back home. I feel like this might be one for my manuscript." "If you are vailing as a bard, vhat makes you vink somevone is going to vant to publish your manuscript?" the vampire questioned. Elvin shrugged. "I'll make it one day; I gotta find the right angle, you know? And now, with your suggestion of a new name, I might be on my way." "Vight," Alucard mumbled, glaring ahead again. "Vell, good luck vith zhat." "Aww, Vuuren." Elvin smiled, looking over at him. "You're so supportive." "Am I?" he grumbled, stepping aside before Elvin could place his hand on his shoulder. Elvin frowned in discontent, but then bounced up and down. "Oh, oh, can I write down that little rescue back there? I bet you were chasing that wolf for miles, weren't you? If it weren't for me being there at that exact time, you would have never caught up with it, would you?" Alucard glanced over at him. "Zhat is not vhat 'appened at all." "Yeah, but...you told me to switch things up; people don't wanna hear about a scary vampire killing things and saving people, they wanna hear about a mere bard saving a vampire!" "Do zhey?" he asked doubtfully. As they came out of the other side of the forest and onto a white sand beach, Elvin nodded confidently...but then saddened. "You're always so mean to me, you know," he said with a frown. "Sometimes, I feel like you don't believe in me. I so happen to think this idea would make a great story." "You vink everyving makes a great story." "Well, it does—if you tell it right." The vampire rolled his eyes. "Vait 'ere vor me." "Come on, man, you're making me wait on a beach? What if more werewolves come? Or pirates? I could be mugged!" Alucard looked him up and down. "You vouldn't exactly make a gratifying snack for a volf, nor do you possess much at all vor a pirate to steal." "Wow. Crude as ever—please, can't I come?" he pleaded, holding his hands together. "I'll keep my mouth shut; I'll stand in a little corner and observe. You won't even know I'm there." "No," he refused again. Elvin crossed his arms and pouted stubbornly. "Fine, but if I get eaten, it's on you." "A lot of vings are on me zhese days," he grumbled. "Sit over zhere," he instructed, nodding over at a single tree. "I von't be long, I just 'ave to talk to zhem zhis time." Sighing, Elvin dragged himself over to the tree, slumped down and crossed his arms. Alucard then set his eyes on the open sea ahead. In the distance, a ship was barely visible on the horizon—that was where he needed to go next. Without much falter, he disappeared into vermillion smoke and sped across the water, leaving Elvin on the beach. ⤝❖⤞ | Alucard | Alucard reached the ship. He landed on the deck with a thump and waited impatiently as a tall, sleek man dressed in a black long coat stepped out from the cabin beneath the quarterdeck. Attila, one of Alucard's subordinates. "Long night?" Attila called, his face as vacant as Alucard's. "Vhen is it ever not?" Alucard replied, glaring into the man's crimson eyes, much of his face hidden beneath his coat's hood. He smirked. "What's the news?" "I vill be vorking vith a zemon," he mumbled irritably, taking his eyes off the man to glare out at the ocean. Just thinking about Zalith aggravated him. "I am moving vampires vrom anozzer vorld—Eltaria. Zhey vill be staying 'ere in Dor-Sanguis," he explained, slowly setting his eyes back on the man. "Zhere von't be enough space 'ere soon enough, so ve need to 'urry up and re-establish zhe empire I 'ad bevore I disappeared back zhen. Zhe Nosveratu needs to resurface" The man nodded. "Don't worry, I've got the king eating out of my hands." "Make 'im beg," Alucard mumbled. "'E vill not be our vriend; 'e vill vork vor me, not vith me." "Of course," the man said, bowing apologetically. "I suspect zhe volves are up to someving, too. I just vound vone 'unting zhe bard in Wrodiff. I vill be 'eading to my castle tonight to tell my vampires to be cautious, so you should do zhe same." A look of concern sat upon Attila's face. "You are concerned greatly. Do you suspect another war?" "I veally 'ope it zoesn't come to zhat. I vill get to zhe bottom of it." Attila then smirked. "Does it make you miss the simpler times, Alucard?" He looked over at him and frowned. "This treaty you have worked so hard for—you wouldn't have had to if our kind decided to stay hidden from the world." Alucard sighed. "Zhere are some zhat might agree, but I do not. I believe is better vor zhe vorld to know about us and learn to live vith us—less superstition and mysterious deaths zhat vay, no?" Attila laughed quietly and nodded. "Of course." "Go," he then said. "I vill see you in less zhan a month, no?" "I'll see you then." ⏎ Back to Nosferatu ▶ Next Chapter

ALUCARD ALEKSEI REINER Born: Decem 31st, 532 Birthplace: Dor-Sanguis, Aegisguard Zodiac: Scorpio Age: 424 Height: 185cm (6ft1) Species: Sangdevoro, Cruossorem, Meridian Witch Bloodline: Lucidian Ethos Colour: Vermillion Other names: Caedis Luciferson Morality Alignment: True Neutral Alucard (Aleksei) was born into the Diabolus, a cult of witches, humans and demons who worship Lucifer as their god. Alucard's mother, Charlotte Reiner, was a Meridian, a very powerful witch in possession of Numen ethos. His creation was solely for the purpose of freeing Lucifer from his prison, but Damien intervened, condemning Lucifer to remain locked away forever, and Alucard to a life of depravity. Damien grew tired of Alucard, though, and after wandering Aegisguard for many years, Alucard eventually found himself a family. However, they were shortly taken from him by the Diabolus. Devastated and enraged, he sought revenge, and Janus, the God of Beginnings, unlocked a hidden power within him, turning him into Aegisguard's first vampire at twenty-four. However, Janus had a nemesis, who created Ada, Werewolf Queen. For their amusement, the two gods pit Alucard and Ada against one another, unleashing years of battle and conflict between their two species'. Years later, Alucard killed Janus and withdrew from the gods' stage. He focused more on the 'Nosferatu', his globally-known organisation. He strived to make the world a safe place for his people and started by placing covens all over Aegisguard. He soon returned to his homeland, Dor-Sanguis, and dedicated his time to ridding the land of werewolves, creating a treaty with the humans, and ensuring his vampires were safe. And then he met Zalith. ⏎ Back to Characters CHARACTER AESTHETIC CHARACTER PLAYLIST Songs that depict Alucard's character. My Body Is A Cage - Peter Gabriel Catherdral Bell - The Used Icarus - Dan Owen Darkness At The Heart Of My Love - Ghost Nosferatu - Bloodbound Elements - Lindsey Stirling Where Is My Mind - Maxence Cyrin Milowda - Clinton Shorter Demons - Nomy ー ⊰ Listen on Spotify ⊱ ー

AEGISGUARD Aegisguard is home to more ethos-possessing species than any of the other realms. It can also serve as a haven for up to three Numen at once. It holds the second-largest amount of ethos of any of the realms. Gateways (or portals) to three large pocket worlds, Eltaria, Draesaterra, and Akhir, exist within Aegisguard. They are the only three pocket worlds to have been discovered, but there are believed to be more elsewhere. ⏎ Back to Seven Realms GENERAL TRIVIA - Aegisguard's Moons Letholdus: Highest purple Erich: Silver Lucifer: Crimson Ephriel: Gold Lilith: Brighter purple Damien: Blue