The supernaturals of moon field

Chapter 1 Morgan stood amidst the towering trees that cast their protective shadow. He moved with the stealthy grace of a tiger, his eyes, tinged with a shade of dark red, darting in every direction. Knowing full well that he was in the thick of the woods and far from the safety of the Moon field city. Morgan felt an eerie stillness deep within his core. His heart remained steady, refusing to pound in fear, as he slowly parted his lips to reveal his formidable canines. This territory, he understood, belonged to his enemies. Whether it be wolves, hunters, or even witches, they all regarded him with the same hatred and resolute opposition. He was not meant to be here, yet he refused to let fear consume him. He is a vampire who had witnessed six centuries pass, stood at the apex of power as the king of a vampire clan. However, with each passing year, the enemies grew stronger, their might surging to unimaginable levels. What were they plotting this time? The question gnawed at him, infecting his thoughts with unease. In this perilous moment, he found himself deserted by his loyal subjects. The weight of that decision pressed upon him, and doubts began to creep in. How quickly could he move? How swiftly could he escape this dire situation? A distant howling reached his ears, a chorus of wolves marking their territory. They ruled these grounds. Morgan shifted his gaze towards the sky and exhaled, his breath blending with the night air. The moon, fully immersed in the earth's atmosphere, bestowed upon the wolves an unfathomable strength, a strength that boded ill for him. As if on cue, he heard their low growls and the sound of their paws pounding against the ground as they closed in on him. Suddenly, a massive brown wolf leaped out from the darkness, startling Morgan. He locked eyes with the beast, its yellowish green gaze filled with an unwavering intensity. Before he had the chance to formulate his next move, another wolf, sleek and black, emerged from the shadows, its predatory saliva dripping from its monstrous fangs. "It wasn't supposed to end this way," Morgan declared, his voice resonating deep and commanding. However, his words fell on deaf ears. The wolves, unable to comprehend his intentions, were driven solely by their instinctual desire to annihilate him. As the most wanted vampire in Woods land, his pleas for reason were futile. All he could do now was escape, to flee this wretched place with utmost haste. In the blink of an eye, the ebony wolf pounced on him, the impact sending them crashing to the ground. With lightning-quick reflexes, Morgan jabbed upwards, thrusting the wolf off of him and tearing out its heart. He then rolled away, scrambling back to his feet with remarkable speed. "I didn't want it to come to this," Morgan murmured to the other wolf, which poised itself to attack. The wolf lunged, but Morgan swiftly dodged aside, narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws. Seizing the opportunity, he slipped behind the ferocious beast, his senses honed in on the rustling of leaves and the sudden rush of wind. Without warning, a massive black wolf swooped down upon him from above, launching a relentless assault, ripping and tearing at his flesh with its immense claws. Morgan strained to lift the beast off of him, but its strength was overpowering. He fought desperately from his disadvantaged position on the ground. More howls rent the air, announcing the arrival of additional wolves, their echoing cries a chilling chorus. Suddenly, a gap in the frenzied attacks emerged, and Morgan seized his chance, breaking free from the grip of his assailant. He swiftly dived into the shadows, vanishing from sight. The larger wolf let out a low growl, causing the rest of the pack to halt in their tracks, their golden eyes gleaming with a mix of fury and confusion. The pack had intended to pursue the vampire, but now their attention shifted to their fallen comrade, whose lifeless form lay before them, heart gruesomely torn from his chest. Circling the lifeless body were seven wolves, their watchful gazes locked onto the fallen wolf. In a split second, an arrow pierced through the neck of the largest wolf, onlookers gasping in shock. With that, the pack retreated into the darkness, disappearing from sight. Emerging into the clearing were seven figures, each armed with a bow and arrow. They converged around the motionless body, their faces somber and serious. "A dead werewolf," Grandpa Graham spoke, his voice heavy with contemplation, as he studied the remains. "That was my shot," Bridget exclaimed proudly, lowering her bow and grinning at her family. Her accomplishment was met with a mixture of awe and admiration, their eyes beaming with pride. To take down an wolf on her very first hunting excursion with her family was an achievement beyond measure. Bridget could already envision herself following in the footsteps of her ancestors, a formidable hunter in her own right. As for the werewolf she had felled, its demise had been sealed with a poisoned arrow, expertly coated with lethal wolfsbane. Her father had taught her well, and the result was not in doubt. Bridget's triumphant smile widened, her spirits soaring high. Gary, a curious teenager, looked at his grandpa and asked, "What happens now?" "Well, werewolves don't remain leaderless. They'll find a replacement by sunrise," Grandma explained to her grandson. "Wait, you mean they fight among themselves?" Bridget interrupted. She and her brother didn't know much about wolves, like the rest of family. "Yes, or the alpha female takes control of the pack," their dad responded with a wide grin. "Let's get out of here," Grandpa suggested, taking the lead. Bridget stood for a moment, gazing behind her. Despite it being her first day hunting and the fact that she was only 18, she felt a surge of confidence. "Bridget, are you coming or what?" Her aunt called out, breaking her from her thoughts. "I'm right behind you," she replied with a wide grin. ~~~~ Morgan burst out of the darkness and collapsed on the road. His heart was steady, but his breathing was uneven. His skin was growing paler by the second. "Morgan!" A distant voice called out his name, and he managed to focus and look. It was Tatiana. "Tatiana," he whispered, struggling to stand. In a flash, she grabbed him and swiftly moved to a safer spot. "What happened to you, Morgan?" Tatiana asked, her touch gentle yet curious as she stared at him intently. Morgan showed her his injured arm, a deep and fatal wound. "Why aren't you healing?" she inquired, though she already knew the answer. "He bit me. It was an alpha. I won't survive," Morgan admitted. "No, Morgan, no!" Tatiana protested, tears welling up in her eyes. "It wasn't supposed to end this way. Promise me, Tatiana, promise me you'll continue what i started, everything I stood for. I choose you," Morgan declared, pulling off his ring and handing it to her. And with that, he was gone, lifeless in her arms. Tatiana's tears welled in her eyes, a tear cascaded down like a sorrowful river onto Morgan's lifeless form. With a heavy heart, she shut her eyes, allowing a brief respite to mourn for her fallen leader. The stark reality hit her as she gazed upon Morgan's pale and rigid complexion; he had truly departed from this world. Morgan meant more to Tatiana than just a leader or king; he was a friend. It was his gentle influence that coaxed out the goodness within her, an uncommon sight for a vampire who constantly fought against their inherent nature. But everything that they had shared, their transformative bond, now belonged to the annals of history. With a deep sigh, Tatiana released her grip on his lifeless body and straightened her stance, her eyes piercing the surrounding woods with an intense stare. As a surge of emotions overtook her, Tatiana's eyes transformed into a haunting shade of dark crimson, evoking the image of a moonless night. Her fangs elongated, exuding a sinister beauty that embodied her vampiric essence. Clenching her fists with unwavering determination, she braced herself and vanished into the ether, leaving behind a trail of swirling leaves in her wake.