“I just saw the news, you guys. It’s pretty bad.” Nora said, walking into the lounge. “Fifteen mass murders around the world, mostly here, by many different names. But people claim they’re monsters, werewolves, beasts from hell, hell hounds and the list goes on. A total of 400 have been killed in the past week by them. This is out of hand.” “I agree. I think we need to contact Elizabeth now.” Jen stated, “we need her.” “She is a bitch,” Peter argued. “Yes, she is, but she is a powerful bitch who would love to jump on the hunting lycan bandwagon. Remember, she helped you a lot in the defeat against the lycans the first time.” Jen said. “Well, if we’re going to pull together an army, then we need to call Gabriel too.” Peter declared. “This should be interesting,” Kohl muttered. “Why? Why would it be interesting?” Nora asked. “Both of them are strong personalities, bossy. And to a point rude, not Kohl rud
Elizabeth stood about five foot five with long brown hair and emerald green cat eyes. She was fair skinned, with high cheekbones, and was covered in tattoos, which had been magically applied since traditional ones didn’t stick. She was wearing a black and red leather corset, a long black velvet coat, and pleather stiletto boots with a long black leather skirt with a slit all the way up the side. She held a wine glass full of warm blood standing in the center of her ballroom, admiring the large windows staring at the huge moon. She turned around to see a large man standing at the entrance moments later a couple dozen more piled in with him. “I don’t remember ordering all of you, but that’s alright; I have a lot of stamina.” She winked, knowing full well what they were. “We’re here to kill you.” The man stated she smiled. “Well, this isn’t a fair fight.” “Well, we needed to be sure we had enough to kill you. Sorry if it’s too many.” He said sarcastically. “Oh, honey, no, you misun
Elizabeth was such a tiny little girl sickly all the time. It was miraculous that she survived. When she finally reached the age of thirteen, her sickness was catching up. Once it became apparent, she was going to die; her father carried her into the wilderness and left her in a meadow to die alone. He had been sickened by her since the day she was born. She could hear the animals of the night circling her weak little body. She drew just enough strength to curl herself up into a ball to cry herself to death. A flash of light shocked her eyes, and she was blinded for a few moments. When her eyes adjusted, she focused on the green light in front of her. She mustered enough energy to sit up against a tree and looked around to see if she could see someone. A black woman in a green flowy gown stepped out. Her skin seemed to shimmer even in the dark. Her eyes were green, like the way Elizabeth’s were now. The woman was beautiful. At that time, Elizabeth had never seen anyone of a
“Before we go inside, you should know there is another lycan in there. He isn’t a threat. We need him. Don’t kill him.” Kohl directed, looking at Gabriel. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Gabriel replied. “You’re going to like Nora,” Jen told Elizabeth, walking her directly to Nora’s study. “Who is this?” Nora greeted, “I thought you were getting some guy?” “Well, they needed me too,” Elizabeth answered. “Her name is Elizabeth; she is the true first vampire.” “I’m so confused. Wasn’t Peter and his siblings the first?” Nora shook her head as Kyle stood beside her. “Yeah, the books…” Kyle began, cut off by Elizabeth. “Believe me, I am mentioned in books, but more so, all over the middle east and Europe, especially Egypt, they have stories of me written into their walls. Hieroglyphs. I am from what is modern-day Germany. I have explored the entire world.” “How old does that make you?” Kyle asked her inte
The entire group sat around the lounge as Kohl lit a fire. “Just so you all know, Borislav is very private and untrusting. People freak him out, really, really freak him out. I’ll approach first. He knows me. And though it’s been a few centuries since we’ve seen each other, we used to stop other witches and warlocks from doing sacrifices and blood magic. That shit is dangerous. He and I spent decades together. He was the closest thing I had to a father. I write to him quite often still, we exchange letters. He doesn’t have a phone or anything like that. Just books, I’ll bring him a few.” “You two were close?” Nora inquired, “if that’s the case, how do you not know if he was the one that spelled that girl in hell?” “You should be careful with the tone you use when you ask questions like that. You sound like you’re accusing me of something.” “Well, are you guilty of something?” “Nora enough!” Kohl intervened. “If he was the one that did i
"Everyone, get down here right now!” Nora screamed in a panic. They all crowded around her and looked up at the T.V. “Hello, America. My name is Kingston. I feel it is my duty to tell you about the world you live in that you don’t even know exists. We walk among you. You’ve kissed us, slept with us, and loved or hated us, and you don’t even know who “us” is. I will show you. We are what scares you and keeps you up at night.” He transforms into a massive lycan, bigger than what is normal. The camera pans around, and the newscasters were sitting on their chairs terrified, the woman crying, men and women began to turn into lycans, and then screaming from behind the camera was heard. It pans back to Kingston, who returned to human form. “Some of you may think that we are playing around right now, that this is just a scare, but soon enough, you will all learn how true it is. You must know that us lycans are at war with other species, vampires and witches, and others. You will be
“You know I’ve heard that before… More than once.” Elizabeth interrupted entering the room, Nora opened her mouth to speak, but Elizabeth held up her hand. “Don’t. I know you’re going to say you’re sorry because you said what you felt, not realizing I could hear you. You have a right to your opinion and to your feelings, so it’s fine. You need to understand how I was created, and maybe you will understand my issue with myself. I was born in 1971 B.C. I was constantly a sick child. For some reason, I never died though with how sick I was all the time I should’ve been. My father was finally sick of me. I was too weak. I was a danger to the village. My father, when I was young, picked me and took me into the woods and left me there to die alone in the dark surrounded by wild animals. I could hear them approaching, stalking me. At any moment, I would be torn apart by wolves, and there was nothing I could do. As I sat there against a tree just waiting for my death, a bright light flashed, b
The house gathered and watched the news. “Reports are flooding in from all over the world, that the man who calls himself, Kingston, is indeed leading attacks of…werewolves all over the world. As the anchorman talked, he seemed confused. “Werewolves? Oh, uh, militaries from all over the world are deploying to try and stopped these creatures. I don’t know who these Peter and Elizabeth people he spoke of are but if you can stop him… Please do. We are all dying here.” “We need to get moving.” Kohl said and a moment later a knock at his door drew everyone’s attention. Kohl went to the door followed by Peter and opened it to see a large group of people outside in the dark. “Can I help you?” “Kohl? Peter Sinclair?” The front man asked. Kohl and Peter looked at each other before turning back to the vampires and nodded. “There are fifteen nest leaders here, and three other coven leaders. Our, underlings, are in town at hotels and what not. We come to