Wolf Queen (The Fate of Berrilium)

Prologue

Prologue

"Another has been born."

"Yes. After all these years, the time has come."

"We must go to master."

What the three beautiful witches did not know, was that their master was about to be very aware of the changes on these plains.

Sitting in his throne room, the man known as the ruler of these lands rolled his head in pleasure. The woman writhing in his lap, sway gently on his length before sheathing herself completely. In that moment, the air around him shifted. The man stood abruptly, the woman once on his lap tumbles to the floor.

The man places his hand over his chest and rubs gently. At last, the time has come again. A grin overtakes the man's face. He knows malice, he knows pain, he knows hatred. He breathed these emotions. But behind all the destruction he ached to cause, something else bloomed. The man clenched his teeth. He steps over the fallen woman, and makes his way out of the room. Greeting him at his doors, are the three-beautiful women. Sisters. Ancient magic flows smoothly between them. Most not their own. Before they can notify him of the changes, the man speaks.

"Ready the preparations. It seems that it is finally time to begin anew." A slow malicious grin grew onto his face, but behind it all is the festering feeling of worry and something he dared not name.