THE ALPHA'S AMNESIAC [on hold]

Chapter 10: Fenrir

SOMEONE POV

I was staring at the moon holding a glass full of blood when a random vampire came and reported something interesting to me...

According to him,
3 werewolves are dead together with the 3 vampires, two of them was beheaded brutally....

the other one is nearly dead with no signs of healing while the remaining three are in coma...

According to witnesses,
they stated that the one who perform such a henious act is none other than the young Alpha of the Bloody Moon Pack...

They said that when he shifted,
it was nothing like they have ever seen to a werewolf before...

He has a pair of mighty wings and it's Black and Red Eyes just added to the intensity of their shocks and awe...

Not to mention that he was radiating true power and authority...

A smirk then creeped out of my face upon hearing this...

I knew it!!

I have always been suspecting that twerp ever since he was appointed as the new Alpha but now, i am so sure that he was the LAST of them...

I galloped the blood in my glass before walking back to the castle and down into an old and dusty room...

I stopped in front of an extremely old painting that has now faded by old age but i could still see the 'Creature' that has been there longer than any ancient civilization had...

I stared at it's faded lines for a long period of minutes reminiscing what my ancestors from countless millenia ago shared to me...

That This creature...

No...

This Beast of old is said to have once reigned the Supernatural world in fear and chaos whilst the humans at that time worshipped him like a god..

The very same beast who exiled and got our ancient ancestors or the oldest of the vampire race nearly to the brink of extinction as they fought for dominance all those millenias ago...

And It is also said that this beast...

According to Myths and Legends is the birth child of the Moon Goddess herself together with a terrifying Demon but it is yet to be proven until now...

But the said Beast then just dissapeared mysteriously in the thin air leaving only an ancient prophecy behind written on a language long forgotten by all humans and supernatural creatures alike...

'' Tempus erumpit veritate tamquam putamina de gallinaceo Instante autem partu, in hunc mundum. Verum et ventum procellae et ventus flaret ventus super terram fit intra viam institit uastare .
The flabit ill. Et facta est plaga ita iactu tempore super terram .
Semel mihi surgere creaturam columnis cineres et efferes foras vasa tua regna devastantur...'
(A time when the truth breaks forth, like a chicken from its shell, at the moment of birth, into thy world. The truth is upon the wind and the wind becomes a gale and shall blow across the land to devastate all within its path.

The wind shall blow ill,
And so doth the time of ending become a plague upon all the land.

This plague that was personified by a creature of my own brethen shall once again rise upon the pillars of ashes, and bring forth thy devastated kingdom...)

'*smirk* who could have thought that the myth was true?
Then again, no one really survived the devastating attack that the beast casted for our ancestors at the end of the war but a newborn vampire...' I said in my mind amused by the turn of events