His Cursed Luna

20. M.a.s.s.a.c.r.e

The heinous m******e in Inarica has been etched in the pages of history, as a harrowing account of the destruction wrought by the unholy power of dark magic. The village, once a thriving hub of peace and prosperity, now lay in ruins, with markings on the floor, blood everywhere, and the entire community brutally slaughtered by the wicked forces of the dark arts.

The scene that unfolded before the eyes of the investigators were one of complete horror and devastation. The normally peaceful village was now a graveyard, with the bodies of the deceased littering the streets and the buildings, signs of their desperate struggle against the unrelenting assault. The air was heavy with the stench of death, and the only sounds that could be heard were the mournful cries of the survivors and the whispers of the dark magic that had been unleashed on the community.

The markings on the floor were a testament to the sheer evil and malevolence of the attackers. These were not mere footprints but rather arcane symbols of dark magic imprinted on the ground with terrifying precision. They were the unmistakable markings of powerful sorcery, the likes of which had not been seen in the village before. The villagers, caught unawares by the insidiousness of their attackers, had been powerless to defend themselves against such malevolent and otherworldly forces.

The entire village had been slaughtered, and no one had been spared the wrath of the dark magic. Men, women, children, and the elderly alike had been brutally slain, and their bodies were strewn across the village in a macabre display of terror and destruction. The walls and floors of the buildings were smeared with blood, the very fabric of the village stained with the horror of the m******e.

Lucian and James dashed through the dense foliage of the woods, their senses on high alert. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, causing a chill to run down Lucian's spine. He was no stranger to the foreboding atmosphere that permeated the forest, and his centuries of experience as a Lycan had made him acutely aware of the danger that lurked within.

As they pushed deeper into the woods, Lucian's unease only grew. His piercing gaze scanned the surrounding trees, searching for any signs of trouble. His eyes narrowed as they caught sight of the c*****e ahead. Bodies littered the ground, their blood staining the once pristine forest floor. The sight left James speechless, his mouth agape in shock.

However, for Lucian, this was not the first time he had witnessed such a gruesome scene. As the Lycan King, he had seen the darkness prevail time and time again. His frustration mounted, and he gritted his teeth in anger. The darkness had once again won against him.

“Bastard!” James seethed with anger.

The air was thick with tension as James struggled to keep his emotions in check. The loss of an entire village was a devastating blow, and his anger threatened to consume him. He growled under his breath, his hands balled into fists as he tried to reign in his emotions.

“Stay calm, James," Lucian said, his eyes focused on the task at hand. The centuries-old Lycan knew the importance of maintaining a clear head in times of crisis, and he was determined to lead his pack through this trying time.

Lucian stood for a moment, his eyes scanning the destruction before him.

"They haven't gone far," Lucian's instincts kicked in. He could sense their presence, their scent lingering in the air like a trail of breadcrumbs. He picked up the trail with ease, his senses honed by years of experience.

James followed close behind, shifting into his wolf form; his own instincts on high alert. He could feel the weight of Lucian's gaze on him, and he knew that he needed to keep his emotions in check if he wanted to be an effective member of the pack.

The trail led them deep into the woods, the trees closing in around them like a fortress. The silence was palpable, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves underfoot. Lucian and James moved with purpose, their steps sure and steady as they pushed deeper into the heart of the forest.

As they drew closer to their quarry, the tension in the air grew thicker. Lucian's eyes glinted with a fierce determination, his jaw set in a firm line. He could sense the hybrids just ahead, their presence like a dark cloud hanging over the forest.

With a final burst of energy, Lucian and James charged forward, their muscles rippling with power. The hybrids were caught off guard, their defences weak in the face of the Lycans' strength and speed.

In a flurry of claws and teeth, Lucian and James battled the hybrids, their movements quick and agile. The sound of snarling and growling filled the air as they fought tooth and nail to protect their kingdoms.

With a final blow, the last of the hybrids fell, defeated by the Lycans' skill and determination. Lucian and James stood tall, their chests heaving with exertion.

The atmosphere was tense as James' wolf eyes locked onto Lucian's piercing gaze. Was this the end of the line? The Lycan King's eyes conveyed a sense of calm and confidence that belied the gravity of the situation. He knew that the battle they had just fought was just the beginning and that there was more at stake than they could have imagined.

"They were just the pawns," Lucian confirmed, his voice low and steady as he broke the neck of the last hybrid. The sound of bone snapping echoed through the forest, sending shivers down James' spine. The Alpha king's eyes darted around the clearing, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger.

A sudden uneasiness filled Lucian's heart as he scanned the area, his instincts telling him that something was amiss. He turned to James, his expression grave. "We need to move," he said, his voice urgent.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lucian picked up the pace, his powerful legs propelling him forward with incredible speed. James struggled to keep up, his heart pounding in his chest as he ran as fast as he could to keep pace with the Lycan King. Soon another pair of legs joined the. Lucian peeked at him once as he asked, “took you long enough, Richard!”

“I was occupied,” the Lycan said. He was none other than the Lycan King of Silverknight.

As they ran, the forest blurred past them in a blur of greens and browns. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the woods, a thunderous beat that shook the ground beneath them. Lucian's senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger.

Soon, they came upon a barren house, its windows boarded up, and its doors sealed tight. Lucian's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene, his instincts telling him that this was where the true danger lay.

James was about to pounce on the house when Richard and Lucian stopped him in anticipation. The intuition of Ancient Lycan was spot on when a loud blast swallowed the house. James was caught off guard as the house erupted in a deafening explosion. The force of the blast knocked them off their feet, sending them tumbling backwards. James scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with shock. The flames that had once been contained within the house now leapt into the sky, consuming everything in their path.

James looked around frantically, searching for any sign of the hybrid they had been tracking. He could hear its howls and screams, amplified by the roaring flames. The sound was gut-wrenching, causing James to cover his ears in a futile attempt to block it out.

Lucian rose to his feet, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. He saw the fear in James' eyes and knew that they had to act quickly. The hybrid was still inside the house. They could sense his life force fading away.

“Stay hidden,” Lucian commented as he stepped a little closer to the house, still hiding him efficiently. Richard followed him. Being one of the Ancient borns, he had his own abilities. His heart sank as he saw a maiden in a red hood silently walking away from the scene. She turned once to survey her surrounding. Her soft golden curls touched her face. There was no doubt. The Crowned Princess of Goldenrealm! But why was she walking away from the scene of destruction? She was there only for a split second. Soon Penelope disappeared into the woods.

Lucian was ready to pounce on her when Richard stopped him, “leave her to me.”

The ancient king agreed.

Without a word, Richard took off after the girl, his agile movements allowing him to catch up to her within seconds, making her stop at her steps. A half-shifted Lycan ceased her way.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded, his voice ringing out in the silent night.

Soon Penelope recognised him, but her eyes reflected no emotions.

"I'm here to fulfil my destiny," she said in a calm, measured voice.