Revenge Of The Lycan's Luna

Lust, greed, and want for power - the battle was a bloody one. The type only one person could come out of. Swords clinked, and wolves roared like never before. A battle between brothers? A battle for power and position. Who would be the next Lycan king? He fought with all his might, not minding the fact that he had been stabbed severally, or the fact that he was fighting with his exact lookalike. He fought like a real wolf - a fight for a cause, no feelings attached. "Raphael!" His brother screamed out, trying to make him quit. Seth grits his teeth in annoyance. Nobody had the right to call him Raphael. "If you think I'll let you ascend the throne, you are joking." His brother, Ràul, in retro response, stabbed Seth's hand, striking it until his sword was released. Seth was already too weak to continue fighting but refused to give up. He'd already fought with different packs, different powerful wolves, and several other Lycan Kings, all against him. Giving up wasn't the option he was willing to take. Suddenly, Seth was stabbed in the back by his brother and thrown to the ground. His brother pointed his sharp sword at his neck, "Accept defeat now, Seth!" His brother pleaded. Ràul did not want to do this. He did not want to kill his brother because of his position. Seth was the rightful heir and his father appointed him Lycan Prince before he died. However, the moon goddess rejected him. He had captured many packs and brought them as slaves. His heart just was too dark to rule the kingdom. "Kill me now, brother." Seth spitted out, " The second you waste convincing me, I will chew you to pieces," Seth continued. His mouth was filled with blood - his eyes red with hate. "Give it up, Seth! I have given you the Utopian Pack. What more do you want? I was chosen by the moon goddess to rule this kingdom, " Ràul tried to reason with his twin brother. "I have worked hard, I have conquered territories. I refuse to step down because of you!" Unexpectedly, Seth transformed into his wolf form and rushed to his brother, not spearing him time to breathe. He flung the sword with his teeth, fighting Ràul till his last breath. The war wasn't supposed to be fought like that. It was supposed to be a fair fight between brothers - the winner taking the throne. However, Seth refused to accept defeat. He was hungry for the throne. Too hungry to think otherwise. He crushed his brother's bones, he could feel Ràul's pain. "You should have killed me when you had the chance, brother." He finally spoke to his bleeding brother, after switching back to his human form. "You have done an atrocious deed, Seth," Ràul forced himself to speak his last words. The sky turned instantly dark, the earth quaked, and the thunder rumbled. Seth just committed a great sin. The moon goddess wasn't happy. The wind blew violently, forming a circle between an almost-dead Raul and a bittered Seth. "And because of this," Ràul continued, "Cursed is the Tyrant Lycan king. He will not be king for more than a year!" The thunder stuck as he finished his statement and drew his last breath.