Chapter I
Enter the Lycans Part 1
"Ixar! Get over there and make sure Vuol is okay! Yggar! Stand up and make sure the Vamps are not at the gate! Eripa! I need you to transform and make your way down to stall the Vamps! Elias, you're with me!" his father shouted at him. Elias was young but he was fully aware of what was going on: the Vamps were attacking Aeçir Castle, the home of the Lycans. Elias was also small--
his dark-black hair rustled in the wind and his grey eyes stared at his father. He had a tattoo on his right arm, mandatory of all Lycans living in Aeçir Castle.
"Dad! My powers aren't activated yet! I'm not able to fight!" Elias cried to his father. Elias was only seven, and yet his own father--High Lord Eryou--wanted him to engage in a potentially fatal battle at such a young age.
"I don't care, Elias! You need to learn how to fight against such threats!" the High Lord shouted back at his son. Elias, sad and confused, walked behind his father in his royal garb-
his long blond hair gracefully flowing behind him, his black and gold attire that shimmered in the moonlight as he briskly ran to the other end of the high wall that oversaw the entire battlefield. Eryou looked at the ravaged field as he saw his faithful Lycans being savagely beaten and taken by vicious Vamps. Then, a cry in the distance was heard. Eryou quickly turned around, only to find a horrific sight: a Vamp had somehow made its way to the top of the castle and now had Elias hostage, a single claw situated at his neck.
“Don’t step any closer, Lycan,” the Vamp murmured.
“Put my son down or else you will have hell to pay,” Eryou snapped. He took a step forward, but the Vamp merely stiffened up and began to deepen his claw inside Elias’ neck.
“Dad! Help me!” Elias cried, hoping his powerful father would come to his rescue. Eryou looked at his son with distraught eyes, then glared at the Vamp who was smiling a smile of horrific nature, as if he was going to kill Elias anyway.
“Now, I am going to take your son. If anyone dares to follow me, I will thrust my finger so far through his neck that I’ll be able to feel his soul,” the Vamp threatened. Elias, crying and confused, looked at his captor with fear in his young eyes. He then looked at his father, who looked back at him with that same fear.
“Dad…I feel something inside of me…,” Elias whispered.
“What?” Eryou said as he straightened up. He looked at his son with confusion in his golden eyes, yet he knew what Elias was trying to say.
“I feel something. It’s pulsing inside of me,” Elias kept saying. The Vamp looked at him with sharp red eyes.
“Stop talking! Now!” he said as he shook the seven-year-old Elias.
“Stop shaking my son!” Eryou said as he took another step forward. With that step, the Vamp licked his lips and thrust his finger ever-so-deeper. A trickle of crimson blood came from Elias’ neck and he began to cry.
“Daddy!” Elias cried.
“Elias!” Eryou cried back. He dropped to his knees and began to plead for mercy. “Please, let my son go! He didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Any way that will make you weaker is a victory for us,” the Vamp snickered as he began to choke Elias. Elias—thrashing and twisting with all his might—tried to release himself from the powerful grip. When the thrashing and twisting began to slow, Eryou’s face grew a look of disbelief: the Vamp was going to kill his son anyway.
“You beast!” Eryou shouted as he lunged forward. The sadistic vampire shot a blast of darkness towards the king who was thrust hard into a wall on the other side. Elias’ thrashing stopped and the vampire, not caring for the young boy’s health, dropped him to the ground like a rag doll.
“NO!” Eryou cried as he lunged forward. When he looked up, the Vamp was upon him, readying a vicious hand to strike. However, the Vamp halted his strike and looked at the fallen Elias.
“Son?” Eryou questioned as he slowly rose up. The vampire quickly grasped the kings neck and began to crush it.
“Let…go…of…my…dad…,” a voice whispered.
“Elias?” Eryou choked out as he tried to release himself.
“LET HIM GO!” Elias roared. He slowly rose, a dark aura emanating from his body, engulfing everything around him. “I SAID LET HIM GO!”
“Or what?” the Vamp sneered at the young boy. Elias, eyes as red as blood, ran forward with fantastic speed, then jumped high into the air, coming down with his hand on the Vamp’s face. Elias—with the momentum from the height accelerating him—managed to thrust the vampire through the floor of the top of the castle all the way down to the bottom: 60 stories down.
“Elias!” Eryou shouted as he looked through the gaping hole in the floors. He saw nothing but a massive cloud of smoke and dust. He quickly ran back over to the edge of the roof and looked down and noticed an astonishing sight: the vampires were retreating, but from what? Another astonishing sight beheld Eryou’s eyes: a werewolf of a nature the king had not yet seen:
it was a massive creature with crimson-tinted fur. It had the eyes of a demon—blood red—and fangs to match. Its claws were rather large and well-suited for any type of battle. Its tail—a massive spectacle of fur—trailed behind it gracefully as it ran. It wore gauntlets on its hand and guards on its thigh, prepared for any battle that may come its way. Its battle style was erratic, yet concentrated. It seemed to rush through any vampire in the way, destroying anything in sight. Eryou jumped down from the roof—an easy feat for a Lycan—and landed in the battlefield. He noticed the hair of the werewolf and smiled a little.
“Elias!” Eryou shouted. The werewolf quickly stopped its rampage and turned towards the king, who was laughing. “You did it!” he screamed at his son for accomplishing unlocking his powers on his own. The werewolf nodded and continued on his way, destroying many vampires who attacked him. Eryou, having found new hope in himself and his son, transformed into his werewolf form:
a sleek black wolfen figure with eyes as yellow as the sun. His hands were wrapped in some sort of cloth and he had many rings pierced into his ears. Eryou quickly picked up a massive chain that was on the ground and heaved it around him, swinging it around and around.
“For Aeçir!” Eryou cried as he ran into battle, one that might claim his life.
Coming Soon!
Chapter II: Dawn of the Vampires Part I