I stood there holding the wrapped chain in my hand. Tightening in my grip. Tonight. The stars are full showing splendor. They look beautiful. Reminding me of one many years ago when I was alive. When I had a mate and before the bastard, gay seed destroyed my life.
A brief reminder that one of her bloodlines has already fallen to my feet, broken. A malicious smile shows on my face. Grayish green colored lips pulled in pleasure. Revealing broken corroded fangs. My odorus breath comes forth arduously. The master has imbued me with an ability I use now, adding to my blood-lust. I summon a shimmer and it opens before me the blackness within cold and calling. Then it opens at its opposite end. To a cemetery. Sneering with malicious delight looking down to sickly she-wulf. I give my desire "them. . . . . . Centella" and she does. Bodies of every type and form of decay rise. The sight and smell of decaying flesh, missing limbs, skin, like saran wrap, presses tightly against bone on some. While on others it falls in taters away reveal dirty dry flesh under neath.
Reaching across the void speaking to them they face me. "I want nothing alive, I want the Celestial Guardians to feel despair. Don't disappoint me! Kill everything that breathes! Eyes long dead in some, empty sockets in others come to life glowing red. They come eager to eat souls, eager to kill a pack!!
For a moment, wulf Barone speaks, "I Will not aid you."
"Fuck You, Barone, I was not asking."
"All father sees all my soul companion"
"Then he should have never allowed me to be paired wrongly." Hearing his dead speak irritates me.
Knowing my comment was directed to him, Barone shuts up. But not before saying "You failed to see the truth then as you do now One-eye." The mocking tension in his voice.
How we remain connected after this "death" is beyond me.
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Celestial Wulf Chronicles: Born Necromancer Book # 2
WerewolfInfernos rage takes possession within my soul. Then, explodes forth, engulfing all natural sense in its wrath suppressing my human side. Color fades, melting from my eyes leaving white soulless orbs. Lips curve upwards, nine-inch canines expose, moi...