The Battles of the Werewolves

Chapter 1

Hello guys! This is my first werewolves story so please forgive this old me if you found some mistakes, misspelled words and wrong grammar; I'm not fluent in English actually and I just trying myself to be a writer since my surname is already a writer in English translation- what a coincidence *laugh*laugh*laugh*. Yeah, that's the truth that's why. So, please be considerate, okay? okay, happy reading and enjoy as well.
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* The Battles Begin *
(Ancient War)

According to the legend, the Moon-Goddess is an ethereal deity, a celestial being, an immortal and the creator of werewolves.
And according to the other legend in Greek mythology, Lycaon was a king of Arcadia who tested Zeus' omniscience by serving him the roasted flesh of Lycaon's own son Nyctimus, in order to see whether Zeus was truly all-knowing.
In return for these gruesome deeds, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a wolf, along with his offspring. Nyctimus was restored to life.
But, all these legends whether it's true or not, evils do exist as well as the good ones.
Like the creation of the world that the Almighty God made human beings; werewolves are of two kinds: the good and the bad. The good werewolves are those who thinks of the interest of the majority regardless of the ranks in a pack. Good alphas provide for their packs regardless of the alphas' sexual orientation-heterosexual, homosexual or bisexual: like food, shelter, protection or anything they might need and that they are unable to obtain by themselves. They maintain the harmonious tempers throughout their packs, and control over their territory. While, those bad wolves are those who were selfish and power-hungry and wanted to dominate the whole werewolves world or even the human race.
To achieve their goals of ruining and dominating the whole werewolves world, some offered prayers and sacrificed some innocent wolves to the God of the Demon Werewolves; Marcas is one of them.
Marcas built a demonic cult; named, the Dark knight cult. They prayed and offered some sacrifice to Marchosias, the Demon who commanded thirty legions of demons, to answered their prayers. The blood from the heart of the innocent was offered to his shrine; Marcas built a shrine for Marchosias and burned the body of the innocent on the altar so that the scent of the burnt body can mix with the air to the depths of the underworld where Marchosias lived; the hell.
Like the fire on Hell, Marchosias appeared to them that was burning. Marcas wicked gleam and smirk showed as he bowed and praised the God Demon, begging for a wicked power to conquer the whole world.
Marchosias gave Marcas what he wants and and said ' 'I'm was glad that someone worshipped me and offered some sacrifice',so he grant him the dark power to overthrow the good and achieve its desire on conquering the whole world.
And Marcas immediately began attacking; and, he will start with the Great Green Valley Pack that was led by his twin brother; Temis, the alpha of the pack-These was the reason why Marcas wanted the dark power from the God Demon; he wanted to defeat his twin. He wanted the throne but his alpha father gave it to Temis who was good and more dominant than him. He tried to conquer the throne by opposing Temis and asked for a fight but he did not succeed and was thrown away from the pack.
Marcas wanted to avenge and claim what he had to claim. He kidnapped and tortured some pack members who refused to submit to him; children, mothers, the elders; all and killed all who didn't submit. The children kept for the sacrificing. The innocent's blood that stabilized Marcas power.
The cries and agony of the childrens and innocence were like an explosive engraving in the heart of the Moon-Goddess. Their mourning, lamentation, weeping and shouting in agony of her beloved children, still lingering and unable to strip off from her ears and mind that made the Goddess burst her anger. Her dark eyes blurred with her tears and pouring across her beautiful face, her lips were quivering in exasperation.
Moon-Goddess didn't like what Marcas did; he had no sense of gratitude. Marcas is an ungrateful person. After the Moon-Goddess created the werewolves kinds, it was her compensation; to hear the cries, agony and the torment of torturing them; Marcas worshipped the God that did not create him and opposed the Moon-Goddess by torturing and killing her children. Her beloved children prayed and begged her for her commiseration.
Temis, an alpha, the twin of Marcas and the alpha of the Great Green Valley Pack, with his Luna; Nori, offered some prayers and sacrifice to the Moon-Goddess. Not like Marcas, Temis and Nori offered an animal sacrifice, a fat one year old brown calf.
The Moon-Goddess heard their prayers and showed up to Nymphis, Temis and Nori's son, the 16 years old young werewolf on his dream.
Nymphis was scared as he saw a bright light that glowed and surrounded the Moon-Goddess; a bright light with musical, whimsical, harmonious voice that makes you feel surrounded by warmth and love. Her long black as the night hair that reaching down the knees flew with the gentle wind. Nymphis couldn't look at the Goddess in front of him as he lied on the floor.
The Moon-Goddess asked Nymphis to raise and face her, Nymphis hastily raised up and faced the Goddess but still lowered his head as he had the fear of the beautiful goddess. Nymphis fearfully asked the Goddess what he could serve to her; the Goddess abruptly smiled to him and said that she heard all their prayers and agony and she will saved her beloved children through him.
Nymphis wondered why he was chosen by the Moon-Goddess, he was too young to fight with the demon werewolves led by his uncle Marcas. Although, he had the experience on fighting and hunting but it wasn't enough to face the demons.
The Moon-Goddess smiled at him and said, "You have a pure heart, a clean and untainted heart and soul of a true warrior. No evil is invincible by good will. Just believe in your heart and you will see the light in the dark."
"If this is your wish, I will sincerely and heartily accept it just to save our entire race from the demons", Nymphis uttered as he slowly raised his face and looked at the beautiful Goddess.
"But, what can I do to defeat them and defend our race", Nymphis asked as he wondered how and what should he had to do.
The Moon-Goddess held his shoulder and spoke softly to him,"I will give you a power to defend and defeat your enemies", Nymphis closed his eyes as the Moon-Goddess tapped his crown and murmured some words that he could not understand. She commanded him to open his eyes and mouth; the Goddess pour some droplets of her blood to Nymphis mouth as she cut the tips of her index finger.
Nymphis felt that his body burned from the droplets of blood which entered through his veins that he doesn't know why it goes to his veins, although it was just a few droplets but the he felt like all the blood on his body was boiled especially in his heart.
Nymphis endured the pain until it subsided; and the feelings of burning evanescent as a vapor and replaced by the feelings of being reborn. He felt that he was changed and that his personality is different. His body was become lighter yet he felt he grew more inches; he stand 6 flat and now he felt he was in 6 and 4 feet in just few droplets of blood from the Moon-Goddess; his muscle became harder than before and stronger.
His admiration for his new self was abruptly cut when the Moon-Goddess spoke again as she touched Nymphis' heart," my child in order to save your entire race you have to sacrifice a little and endure some pain. To kill your enemies you have to pour your blood from your heart to any weapon you can use to kill them. In just droplets from it can kill because your blood is much fiercer than the silver weapon used to kill werewolves, as fiercer as an acid that can melt a steel, it has the power with in me as you bear the mark of the moon on your chest, in your heart side. Your strength is strong as the combined ten werewolves strength". .
Nymphis jaw dropped as he heard the Moon-Goddess as he held his heart and felt his heart pounding faster as before, he could not believe that he has the strength as of that ten werewolves as he touched and massaged gently his arms and felt his muscle.
Nymphis woke up from his dream and immediately checked his body if it was really a dream. He could not believe that the Moon-Goddess showed on his dream and talked to him, and mostly, empowered him to his dream.
He scampered to the mirror on the drawer beside his bed where he was sleeping and checked his face if there was something changed. His crystal clear blue eyes appeared on the mirror as he looked into his eyes, his pinkish pale cheeks were the same nothing changed, his one dimple on his left cheek still as deep as he smiled to check his dimple, his oval face perfectly pair with his perfectly shape eyebrows that seemed to be tattooed to made it perfect and raised it few times, his small and long pointed nose, his high cheekbones, short and narrow jaw, and his heart shaped lips. "Perfect! just the same, nothing changed, the same as before", he muttered as he runs his fingers through his short brunette hair and proud of his new appearance.