All These Things I've Done

Prologue

Screams of horror ensue the raging fires as pounding footsteps and war cries come from the surrounding forest. The year is 1587. Roanoke is under attack from the local Indians that d surround the area. They were once peaceful tribes. But the colony was growing and pricing to be a threat to their own survival. So they gathered weapons, their leaders, and the monsters. Diabolus lupi. Devil wolves. Giant beasts with long teeth, wicked claws, fur of all colors, and dark eyes. Blood smeared their muzzles as they attack the colonists with no mercy. But in each wolf, there was a man controlling the beast. Some prefer to call them werewolves but no one knew what these beasts were until they attacked.

Meanwhile, the lurking shadows hid more monsters. Not the type you expected. They held their heads high, waiting for their leaders command. They all hold scythes with their own design. Some large, others small. But all deadly efficient. They all were woman. Black silk dresses that clung to their bodies but have enough room to move freely in them. These are the Shinigami. Gods of death. The elite. Rare was it to have a male enter her ranks. Their leader was a cold woman. One of the first of their kind. And still pure as the driven snow. She stood taller than the rest, her dark scythe glowing red as the magic pulsed through it. Her name was Mikaela. Light red, almost orange, hair that tumbled down to her waist. Red eyes. Tall and curvy. But a lithe body hid under her dress. Her aura screamed dangerous.

And then, the battle grew silent. The colonists were dying. The only sounds were the occasional scream of pain and the snarling of the wolves. Soon after a terrified scream of a woman, Mikaela gives the signal. The shadows burst forth, their feet silent against the ground. The blood and debris dared not to cling to their dresses. They ran without harsh breath and together. Every woman was of different skin and race, but they were together. A family. Never once had they had a rivalry between them. And they all respected each others boundaries. And they worked together to learn more.

The wolves noticed them a fraction of a second too late. Mikaela already cleaved the head off of one of their brothers. They snarled and made a move to attack but the others already made their move. Whimpering cries of the wolves with the occasional scream of one of the Shinigami. Mikaela was a main target. But she twirled her scythe to block attacks and set up her own offense. Not a bead of sweat rolled down her pristine skin.

"ENOUGH!!!" Mikaela shouted, leaping to one of the remaining leaders. "Why must you attack the colonists?" she asked in his tongue, golden eyes flashing with unadulterated rage. "These are innocents!"

"You have no right to intercept, woman!" the man answered, his eyes flashing with his own anger. "They steal what is rightfully ours! We fight to get it back! Even if it means destroying all of them!"

Mikaerla snarled, her body trembling with rage. "And as my fight, I have the power to destroy all of you! Have I done so? You men are despicable! No right to talking lives! These people were not to die! And so, I shall take your life in payment of theirs," she hissed, her voice softening at the end. The leaders eyes widen as she picked him up by his throat, her scythe disappearing in this air as she pulls a jeweled dagger from her sleeve.

"Wait! Do not judge him so quickly!" one of the men called, walking to her. She bared her teeth, her golden eyes going dark. He was one of the wolves her sisters managed to force back to his true form. He eyed her openly, his own eyes going dark.

"Speak, diabolus canibus," she said, holding the grizzled old man back. "Or I shall slay this man before your tribe."

"My name is Hrabro Srce," the man said, moving closer. "Boginja, that man is the previous wolf leader. I am the one who led the raid."

"So why is he here? Hrabro Srce, if you are responsible, I shall take your life instead of this man's. You are responsible for the deaths here. And that is unforgivable," Mikaela said, raising her head higher.

"There is one problem with that. It is impossible for a mate to kill their future lover. You cannot kill me," Hrabro Srce said, a smile in his voice. Mikaela simply threw her head back and laughed.

"Your people call me Bog smrti. I prefer Shinigami. A God of Death. I must take a life for all the blood spilt here. Its yours or this man's. And me as your mate? As long as my soul lives, I will always reject you. Your wolf can find me over and over again but never once will I accept you. I. Do. Not. Want. You," Mikaela said, her voice like ice. Hrabro Srce looked at her, hurt and anger on his face.

"And I will always do my hardest to get you to be mine," he said, his voice deeper. Mikaela simply cocked an eyebrow up. "You will be mine in the end, Bog smrti. Always mine."

"Sisters, finish reaping the souls," Mikaela ordered, her eyes flaring with anger. "Choose, Hrabro Srce. Your life our this man's?" Hrabro Srce took a step back, fear in his eyes. "This man's it is," she purred, pressing the dagger to the man's throat. Before anyone could react, the blade sliced through his throat and Mikaela disappeared along with the others.

This is only the beginning of the cycle. A wolf continually searching for the one woman who could make him truly happy. To bear him strong children. But one soul didn't want the other. It was one of the few things that could hurt a person so deeply. But remember, this is only the beginning.