THE PROMISED LUNA

NEW FACTION

"James Ando is too weak to rule Crando," a voice whispered in the darkness. The speaker was Manuel, conversing with himself in the shrouded silence of his chamber.

"What are we going to do about it?" the darkness seemed to ask, a manifestation of Manuel's own thoughts.

"We do nothing, absolutely nothing," Manuel replied with an air of sinister determination. "I will rule Crando when the time is right."

"You want to rule Crando? You lack the strength," the voice in the darkness retorted. "You have lived three hundred years. Soon, people will start asking questions about your unnaturally long life."

Manuel pondered this as he paced. This generation was proving difficult to control; they were obstinate, rebellious. James Ando was a product of this era's defiance, a challenge Manuel had yet to overcome.

"So what do you plan to do?" the voice prompted again.

After a long pause, Manuel declared, "The birthright to rule Crando must be passed to my family by any means necessary."

"You're the wise one. What is your plan?"

Manuel continued to pace, his hands stroking his chin in deep thought. He had no son, no direct heir. Only his granddaughter Romina, living with his sister as an Omega in the countryside of Nephor, held any potential.

"Where is Romina?" the darkness asked, echoing Manuel's thoughts.

"What about her?" Manuel replied, intrigued.

"Can't you bring her back and arrange a marriage with James?"

"Of course it's possible, but convincing James will be difficult," Manuel admitted. He weighed the possibility of advising James to take another Luna, knowing the complexities involved.

"James is still heartbroken over casting out his lover, Betty, for failing the test," the darkness noted.

"I can't believe he thought we wouldn't find out about his secret affair with Betty before the ritual," Manuel scoffed disdainfully.

"Well, you know kids," the voice said, almost mockingly.

"So, bring back Romina. Convince James to marry her," the darkness urged.

"What of the council?" Manuel asked, hesitant.

"The council has no right to interfere. James needs a mate to ensure the next generation's king. They can't stop the plan. After all, you've served the realm for so long; they will listen to your advice," the darkness assured him.

"Good, good," Manuel mused. It was a brilliant plan, one that played on James' vulnerabilities and his own influence over the council.

"So, what next?" Manuel asked, eager to finalize the details.

"When she becomes pregnant with James' child, you take down James yourself," the darkness instructed.

"James is a very jealous man. Despite the rules, he will secretly continue to seek Betty's love," the voice continued.

"And?" Manuel's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"You set a trap for him," the darkness said plainly.

"You aren't being clear," Manuel snapped, growing impatient.

"Accuse him of laying with an outcast," the darkness elucidated.

"But he is the king. He can pass any judgment he wants. If he realizes the council doesn't have much interest in the throne, he might dismiss the accusation," Manuel argued.

"Then make him oblivious to his power. You are his trusted ally. Keep him unaware of his own authority, and you can control him," the darkness proposed.

Manuel pondered this further. It was a cunning plan. James' love for Betty was a weakness that could be exploited. Manuel would advise him to marry Romina. Once she was pregnant, Manuel would accuse James of infidelity, leveraging James' ongoing affection for Betty. The council, trusting Manuel's long service and wisdom, would be swayed by his counsel.

As Manuel reassessed the plan, he felt a surge of dark satisfaction. James would fall into the trap set by his own heart, and Manuel would finally seize the power he so desperately craved. The path to ruling Crando was now clear, surrounded in the shadows of deceit and manipulation.

FAR FAR AWAY FROM CRANDO

“Heard about the news from Crando?" A sultry witch, dressed in a sensual style, swayed her hips gracefully as she moved towards the werewolf. She held a cup of wine, her eyes never leaving him as he chewed on the bone of another werewolf. The sight was both disgusting and mesmerizing.

“Tell me about it,” he replied, barely lifting his gaze from his meal. The crunching of bones filled the silence between them.

“His Luna couldn't transform into a full Luna Queen,” she said, taking a slow, deliberate sip of her wine. Her eyes remained fixated on him, hoping to catch even a flicker of distraction in his intense focus, but he remained engrossed in his gruesome feast.

“Come on, Zach. Are you not surprised?” the witch asked, her voice dripping with a mix of irritation and seduction. She inched closer, trying to draw his attention away from his meal and towards her.

“I am not,” Zack replied curtly. “What I need is the throne of Crando.”

“You will get it, my king,” the witch promised, her tone laced with seductive assurance. She moved with feline grace, her intentions clear as she continued her efforts to captivate him.

She let the cup slip from her fingers, the crimson liquid spilling onto the floor like a sacrifice. Her lips found his chest, trailing kisses down to his stomach. “I have missed you inside me,” she murmured, her hand sliding into his pants to grasp his growing hardness.

A low groan of ecstasy escaped Zack's lips as he tangled his fingers in her hair, urging her on. “That's right, suck it more. I need it all in your mouth,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

She complied eagerly, her mouth working him with a fervor that made her lose her breath. She held on for what felt like an eternity, the minutes stretching into hours until Zack finally released his hot seed into her mouth. She swallowed it with evident joy, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

Standing up, she wiped her mouth and kissed him, discarding her clothes in a swift motion. Zack's eyes darkened with renewed desire as he grabbed her waist, thrusting her onto the bed. His arousal surged back to life in seconds, and he penetrated her with a powerful thrust.

She let out a slow, pleasure-filled groan, and the next few minutes were filled with the sounds of their fervent lovemaking. Zack pounded into her relentlessly, her screams of ecstasy echoing in the room until he came again, his release leaving them both sweaty and spent.

Breathless, Zack stood and made his way to the bathroom. The sultry witch followed, joining him in the shower. As they washed away the remnants of their passion, Zach turned to her, curiosity piqued. “So, you were saying?”

“The new king of Crando has no Luna,” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper over the sound of running water.

“That’s a new one,” Zack replied, a hint of interest finally breaking through his earlier indifference. It seemed that after satisfying his lust, he was now ready to listen to what she had to say.

After their bath, Zack went to lie down, his body relaxed and content. The witch, however, was less at ease. “You’re not listening to me,” she said, frustration coloring her tone as she observed his lack of serious attention.

“Give me a reason I should listen to you?” Zack retorted, his eyes closed as if dismissing her concerns.

“You told me you want to be king,” she reminded him, her voice steady despite her irritation.

“Yeah, so what have you done about it?” Zack shot back.

“I just brought you great news about the kingdom, and you wouldn't even care about what I have to say,” she accused, her eyes blazing with indignation.

“Get me the promised Luna,” Zack said, his tone final and commanding.

“Do you want to keep f*****g me, or do you want to be king?” she challenged, her patience wearing thin.

“All my life, all I ever wanted was to rule Crando. It is my birthright,” Zack declared with fierce determination.

“You can't say it is your birthright if you are not sitting on the throne,” she countered, her voice softening slightly.

“You told me there was a promised Luna. With her, I can rule Crando, right?” Zack asked, his eyes finally meeting hers.

“Yeah, that is what the prophecy said,” the witch replied, her tone tinged with defeat. She had failed many times to find the promised Luna, but it was believed that she would come from an Omega faction.

“Good. Get me the promised Luna, and then I will consider giving you listening ears. Aside from that, you are my s*x slave,” Zack said coldly, turning his back to her and returning to bed.