The hidden stones : soul of gods

The Bond Unknown

The castle loomed like a dark manor, its exterior cloaked in shades of blackened glass. The inside, however, was a paradox of opulence and gloom. Golden chandeliers cast their regal glow over antique furniture adorned with velvet sheets and heavy curtains. The air of nobility clashed with the pervasive, eerie silence, suggesting no one had lived there for centuries. Yet, despite the lack of life, not a speck of dust marred the pristine halls.

In the grand library, walls seemed to be constructed from thousands of books, their spines forming a mosaic of ancient knowledge. At the center of this bibliothecal labyrinth sat Luther, a figure as statuesque and perfect as if carved by a divine hand. His dark suit accentuated his chiseled features-large eyelids, a sharp jawline, and an air of authority that was almost palpable. Reading was his escape, his solace for centuries. But today, even the pages of his favorite tome couldn't hold his attention. An inexplicable feeling gnawed at him, a premonition that something monumental was about to happen.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, each sound reverberating through the silent manor like a harbinger of change. Luther's gut twisted; whoever was at the door was not bringing good news.

"Master, we found a human and a werewolf," announced Bennet, his chief in command.

Luther's blood ran cold. In his 900 years of existence, he couldn't recall ever seeing a human or a werewolf. His knowledge of their existence came solely from books. The great war, 6000 years ago, had divided the species, and since then, humans, werewolves, fairies, and vampires had led separate lives. Lost in thought, Luther barely registered Bennet's question.

"Master, what should we do with them? They are currently locked in the cell."

"Bring them to me," Luther commanded, still grappling with the implications of their presence.

As he moved to the great hall, a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air. His throne, a grand chair with a bat perched on top, added a cryptic aura to the room. Bennet and his subordinates dragged in their captives. As they approached, a sweet aroma, reminiscent of lavender, briefly tantalized Luther's senses before the metallic scent of blood overpowered it. His blood boiled, an unfamiliar rage surging through him. He saw only red, his vision narrowing to the source of his anger-the bloodied boy, no older than twelve, lying unconscious with bruises marring his fragile form.

"Who dared to hurt him?" Luther's voice was a low growl, his fangs fully bared, eyes blazing with fury. The hall fell silent, everyone too fearful to speak. Bennet finally broke the silence.

"We found him unconscious, Master. Only these two one were awake when we found them in forest "

Luther didn't wait for him to finish.
His gaze move to Ryan he asked in anger "Who hurt him "

Ryan was so afraid of this person who seems like their leader, and his personality demands respect and fear but at the same time it shows menace. But still he replied " Rouges , four rouges attacked us and he fought with them"

Luther has no idea who Rouges are but still "find them and bring to me ," Luther commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Bennet led the way, his subordinates trailing behind.

He scooped the boy in his arms and Kayden stirred in Luther's arms, Pain etched his young face, but he was still unconscious but after touching him something calm Luther, he feels like something flow in his veins like some sort of energy flowing in his blood like an electric spark.

"You're safe now," Luther murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. The boy's presence stirred something deep within him, a caring instinct he never knew he possessed.

As they reached a secluded chamber, Luther laid Kayden on a plush bed, his eyes scanning the boy's injuries with a mixture of anger and concern.

"Who is responsible for this? Trust me I am gonna finish the whole species of them " whoever they were but their audacity to harm a child in his domain was unforgivable.

"Prepare a search party," Luther ordered. "I want every rogue within a hundred miles found and dealt with."

Bennet nodded, his expression grave. He understood the severity of the situation. The rouges had crossed a line, and the repercussions would be swift and merciless.

Left alone with Kayden, Luther felt a strange kinship with the boy. He sat by the bedside, his hand resting lightly on Kayden's forehead.

Luther's mind returned to the situation at hand. The arrival of a human and a werewolf in his domain was unprecedented. The boy's presence was a catalyst for change, a sign that the world beyond his manor's walls was shifting.

In the quiet of the night, Luther sat vigil by Kayden's side, his thoughts a whirlwind of possibilities. The boy had fought off rouges, demonstrating a strength and resilience that belied his years. There was something special about him, something that resonated with Luther on a level he couldn't fully understand.

As dawn approached, Luther rose from his chair, his decision made. He would protect Kayden, not just out of a sense of duty, but because of the unspoken bond he felt with the boy. But before that he had to find the answer why he is feeling this bond with this boy which he never felt with anyone before.

The castle, once a silent sentinel of the past, was now a beacon of change. And in its halls, the immortal lord and the young warrior would face the future together, their destinies intertwined.