Feral Lust (Feral Souls Series - I) (18+) [Currently Editing]

thirty-six.

The humans, all had different Gods to worship. Whereas some followed Isaiah, others had a reverence for Shiva or Osiris. Some even followed men possessing immense authority.
However, in the dark crevices of a long-forgotten library holding ancient knowledge, were the texts related to the true power that had been long since buried and made to be unremembered - to weaken it's potential.

Now, as the evil ascended and the debt of all those years was paid in the blood of innocents and enemies alike. Soaking through the land, it weakened the bonds and He was on the verge of freedom.

That close, he couldn't let a couple of low-life creatures take away his only chance at liberation, for another million years.

He was getting desperate as the situation was reaching its climacteric phase.

And hadn't someone once said that desperate beings with nothing to lose were always the most dangerous?

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The vampires, as per the surprising consideration of Elliot's advice - only a couple hundred, proceeded with the attack but due to some unconceived reason, Malcolm wanted Elliot to lead the entourage.

The strategy was plain and simple. Surround and kill. Avoid hurting civilians unless they were the ones to attack first, which was not going to be likely the case. The only good thing that came out of the discussion before the attack was Malcolm's non-participation.

'His eyes won't be on me today,' Elliot considered gaily, which meant he could get away without getting his own hands bloody. Although, that wouldn't make his conscience any lighter. The thought dampened his mood.

There was still too much blood and murder - coldblooded at that.

His mind, in spite of his predicament, was troubled. Malcolm knew about Celeste and he was the reason behind the attacks. It was time to talk to his father about this but he couldn't decipher how to proceed without giving away much about his private mission.

He would have to formulate a plan; talk to Celeste and Callahan about it. Only they could save the wolves, it all came down on their shoulders. Also, another idea that had been taking root in his head was what could not only give them an upper hand but maybe also reveal who the traitor was.

Whilst these thoughts consumed his head, a little pup came crying to him, recognizing the kin inside Elliot.

"Sir, sir p-please save-save my m-mom. They, th-the bad guys are t-taking her with th-them."

The kid must have been merely six or seven years old. His cerulean eyes were bright and overflowing with tears leaving Elliot even more distraught about the circumstances. He looked around to see that the vampires were so caught up in the bloodlust, no one spared him a glance.

At that moment, he made a quick albeit risky decision.

"Where is she? Take me to her." Those words were the only encouragement the boy required. He ran through the carnage swiftly and stopped outside a house the color of the sky. Anyone passing would deem it harmless and austere but to Elliot's ears, the screams were like a catalyst to something akin to extreme dismay tearing open inside him and showed him the real horror underlying the calm exterior of the house.

"Go and hide somewhere. Through there," he pointed towards the direction where he knew a vampire was least possible to go as per the strategy they had devised.

"Do not, under any circumstances, come out unless you're sure it's me."

The boy glanced cautiously towards his home.