The Dragon Found a Werewolf at her Doorstep

Prologue II

"Hmm! How I wish you could see yourself right now on how pathetic and weak you are!” The tallest guy said who held the knife. “All we need to do is simply just stab it to his heart and he will die completely right?"

"Yes. That’s so simple. So please do it right or else you are the one who gets stabbed if you don't do it right away," The middle cloaked man, who was the tallest embodied the authority figure.

“Sure,” he responded with confidence and when the middle cloaked man raised the knife to stab the man, Arselle spoke. "Hey. Why are you making a fuss at such obvious things? Anyone would literally die when they are stabbed in their heart." Her voice was direct and while looking at the three cloaked men who are now enjoying the scene. “And it looks like you are in the wrong place to do such things.” Her voice was calm and there was no fear in it.

The three were startled when they heard a voice all of the sudden. Since they got here, they didn't feel a single presence of anyone here. They all look in the direction where the voice came from. A woman with chocolate brown hair stepped up in the light of the lamp post. Her glistening sky blue eyes looked at them coldly.

The three cloaked men looked at each other. "There should be no witness." They nodded at each other as an ominous dark aura emerged from their fist.

But before they could move, Arselle spoke once again. "Why are you moving? I didn't tell any of you to move." All of the sudden, the three couldn't move as if there was some strong force binding them.

"What's happening?" The three began to panic. “ I can't move,”

“I can’t move too.”

Arselle walked closer and stopped in front of them.

"You." Arselle's cold blue eyes peered at the man in the middle. "I have a serious question,” She put her hand to the tallest and the middle cloaked man. She leaned closer to his ears.

“Can you tell me who this man is..."

"Who the heck are...?!" The man in the middle didn't finish his words when he suddenly felt his heart being squeezed. He coughed up blood which made the two beside him, looked at him with confusion.

"Oh boy! What a sweet sh*ty mouth. I didn't allow you to speak. If you speak again..."

"What are you?! Stop...Ahhhh!" The man who was on the left screamed in pain and horror when his two hands burst. Red blood splattered on Arselle's face but she didn't mind it. "I know that you witnessed it, right? And you don’t want to experience it too now. If anyone else tries to interrupt me, their heads will be the ones to blow up next. Only speak when I ask you to do so. Is that clear?" It was already 30 seconds and there was still no response.

“I asked if that is clear?! Answer me you, dimwits!” Her authoritative voice echoed throughout the whole place, making the three cloaked tremble.

“Yeah-yeah!” the right cloaked man responded.

“Good,” she tapped the head of the cloaked man who answered.

The three shivered with fear. They didn't expect that they would encounter an unknown she-monster here. They were part of the Black Knights, the Red Rose Vampire Clan selective elite assassins. They have encountered so many terrifying beings but none of those could par with this unknown woman here in front of them. She doesn't have any presence but with just her words she already has done so much damage to them. And her deep voice was so calm and unfeeling. She was far more dangerous than their king himself.

"Now then, answer my questions now. Who is this man? and why do you want to kill him? Now, speak."

The man on the right side began to speak. "He is Yven Lucien Xaverriere! The youngest son of the Alpha of the current Silver Moon Pact."

When he said that, Arselle didn't speak and just moved her head upside down. She just looked at him as if waiting for his next words. "For the second question, that was confidential for us, we-we can't answer that! I hope you understand us” He bravely said despite his body shivering.

"I see that's too bad." With a quick movement of her index finger, Arselle touched the foreheads of the three simultaneously. Memories flooded her brain as the three writhed with pain at whatever action she was doing with them. They felt like their bodies were being electrified.

After a few moments, " Oh wow! I see. That was truly quite interesting to know, huh. Now disappear from my sight." Arselle waved her hand and the three didn't realize what happened to them as they turned completely into the dust. None of their being remained.

There was one man who was watching from one of the roofs of the house. 'No way, this can’t happen like this! I must report this to my liege as soon as possible.'But he froze when Arselle looked in his direction and he too turned to dust.

Arselle moved closer to the werewolf who remained unconscious on her doorstep. She grabbed his neck and raised him high above the air. "I see. So your name now is Yven, it was nice to meet you Yven Lucien Xaverriere and you become a werewolf this lifetime."

Arselle's eyes glowed with a golden glint in the night. It was filled with anguish as her heart was overwhelmed with terrible feelings she never could bear.

"Now then, how shall I make you pay for everything you have caused me one thousand years ago? They said when there is a full moon, werewolves should be strong, what pitiful existence you become in this lifetime.”

The once clear night skies started to clear of thick clouds, under the full moon that was completely blocked from the lands, one being was seething with emotions she thought she already had outgrown and one was currently at the mercy of his life.