Double update!
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The sun had just set, and the trees jigged in the air along with the cool evening current.
Birds migrated or dashed back to their warm nests, animals taking shelter for the night to come but all these never mattered in a certain part of the forest where the road cuts through.
Sometimes, one could pick up sounds of dying cries, cries of combat, and ripping of skins like fabric, and if you didn't listen well enough you would miss the sound of blood gushing out like water.
Here, none of the animals dared to come. They would rather abandon their homes than become a thrashing board.
Funnily enough, what you wouldn't hear apart from the gunshot from earlier, was the hitting of metals.
Here, the battle being fought was with fangs and claws or sharp pointy teeth.
Wolves of different sizes circle a crouching man. Even as his back bent, he was still a head taller than these wolves.
Enemy vampires assailed from all sides, all aiming for the person being safeguarded. Neither the less, none of the guards standing dared slack off, instead, they fought fiercely to protect.
One slash followed by a dozen bites.
This continued till the number of their enemies bated.
Huffs and drags, coughs and sighs, both sides were sapped.
Catching a glimpse of the dead bodies of their comrades on the earth, both hero and foe, crushed their exhausted bodies and jerked to life.
They lost their companions but wouldn't quit without finishing off their task. Either to kill or protect, a side must prevail.
The ones with the majority of casualties belonged to the wolves due to their originally small number.
Who would have thought a person would be so courageous as to attack the king?!
They regret it!
If they had known they would have come more prepared and now, judging by the sun which had faded away, all they had was five hours to the blood moon.
This enemy was a prickly thorn in their eyes! It must be removed no matter what!
Just as they were about to cross out, Marcos' thick voice, laced with pain, sent them to a standstill.
"Get out if you are bold enough." Marcos hissed, his shirt brushing the gunshot wound as he tried to stand. "Scared?"
"No." The other person answered, his figure enveloped in a thick veil, his face obscured by the cloak's hood. "I just want to see you in misery."
Marcos gritted, his eyes flashing with hostility. The wound almost restricted his actions.
Standing alone, he felt a burning ache. His complexion was pale, his blue shirt smudged with a dark crimson liquid.
This wasn't any ordinary gun, Marcos could tell.
No bullet from a simple revolver could cause this much discomfort he felt.
Marcos chuckled, trying to hide his hurt. "This has something to do with the elves doesn't it?"
"Think whatever, but you won't be getting a word from me. Your only obligation right now is to die so I can leave." The man in the cloak mercilessly dissuaded, throwing a signal to his men in front.
Immediately, the battle commenced.
"Glory to the vampires!" The vampires charged, doing everything possible to kill and win.
In their heads, the wolves were uselessly persisting. What's the use of a poisoned king?
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The heartless mafia Alpha king
Kurt AdamHe's heartless, he's mean, he's cruel, he's the king of mafias and werewolves, vampires and supernatural but Lisa didn't mean to run into him. All she wanted was to sleep on that moldy bed of hers after a hectic day at the bakery but she bumped int...
