Vampire Queen : Fated Love

The three werewolves, still bristling with tension after their encounter with Mr. Everett, moved silently through the dense jungle.

The moonlight trickled through the trees, casting eerie shadows over their path.

They soon arrived at a secluded clearing where the rest of the Lunar Wardens awaited.

The pack stood in a semi-circle, each figure imposing in their own right.

The Meeting of the Lunar Wardens

Fenrir, the alpha, stood at the center.

His silver-gray fur seemed to glow under the faint moonlight, and his golden eyes burned with authority.

At 700 years old, Fenrir's presence commanded immediate respect. His voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence as the trio approached.

"Did he have it?" Fenrir asked, his tone sharp and unwavering.

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Kael, the 500-year-old beta, stepped forward.

His jet-black fur seemed to absorb the light around him, and the streaks of white running along his body accentuated his battle-hardened appearance.

Kael's sharp blue eyes met Fenrir's, and he shook his head.

"No, Fenrir," he said, his voice calm but tinged with frustration.

"Mr. Everett claims he doesn't know the whereabouts of the locket. But he does admit to stealing it long ago."

The pack shifted uneasily at this revelation.

Selene, the high priestess, narrowed her silver eyes, her pure white fur shimmering as she moved forward.

At 500 years old, she was not only Fenrir's equal in age but also his closest advisor.

She exuded an aura of serenity and mysticism, her connection to the moon's power unmatched.

"If he stole it, then he has lost it," Selene said softly, her voice carrying an almost melodic quality.

"But we cannot overlook the possibility that the lamas have taken it. Their kind is cunning and relentless."

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Nerys, the 130-year-old warrior, growled low in her throat.

Her dark gray fur, streaked with crimson, bristled with tension.

Her fiery red eyes glowed as she stepped closer, her claws leaving deep marks in the dirt.

"Enough talk," she snapped.

"We've wasted too much time already. If the locket is in their hands, we must take it back. The lamas are not invincible."

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Laziel, the 130-year-old scout, stepped in to calm her.

His lean frame and amber eyes radiated confidence, though his tone remained measured.

"Nerys, we will act, but not recklessly. Fenrir's strategy has kept us alive for centuries. Let's hear him out."

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Fenrir raised a hand, silencing the murmurs that had begun to ripple through the pack.

"The lamas may have it, or perhaps it is still hidden. Either way, we will uncover the truth. But first, we must ensure our pack is ready. The vampires have grown restless. If they sense weakness, they will strike."

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[ 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ]

Fenrir's gaze swept over the pack, his eyes lingering on each member as if assessing their readiness.

1. Kael (500 years)

The beta and second-in-command. Kael was the pack's most disciplined fighter, known for his ability to nullify an opponent's powers with his paralyzing howl. His stoic demeanor often masked his deep loyalty to Fenrir and the pack.

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2. Selene (500 years)

The high priestess and mystic. Selene's connection to the moon allowed her to create powerful barriers and illusions. She was the pack's emotional anchor, offering guidance in moments of doubt.

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3. Nerys (130 years)

The fiercest warrior of the pack. Her shockwave attacks, created by her claws, had earned her a reputation as a relentless fighter. Nerys was driven by her hatred for vampires, which sometimes made her impulsive.

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4. Laziel (130 years)

The scout and tracker. His ability to communicate telepathically with animals made him an invaluable asset during hunts. Laziel's optimistic nature often served to defuse tensions within the group.

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5. Vanya (76 years)

The spy and infiltrator. Her sleek black fur and emerald green eyes made her almost invisible in the shadows. Vanya's cunning and resourcefulness were unmatched, though she often preferred to work alone.

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6. Orion (89 years)

The strategist. Orion's ash-gray fur and green eyes belied his sharp intellect. He had an uncanny ability to sense shifts in energy and terrain, making him the ideal planner for the pack's operations.

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7. Aylin (111 years)

The healer. Aylin's light brown fur and gentle blue eyes reflected her nurturing personality. Her advanced healing abilities had saved countless lives, earning her the pack's unwavering gratitude.

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8. Lyra (54 years)

The young visionary. Lyra's soft golden fur and hazel eyes gave her an almost ethereal appearance. Despite her youth, she had an acute ability to foresee potential dangers, making her a valuable lookout.

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9. Rhydian (20 years)

The youngest member and trainee. Rhydian's soft brown fur and gray eyes marked him as the least experienced, but his eagerness to prove himself often led him to push his limits.

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10. Maxim (67 years)

The pack's enforcer. Maxim's sheer physical strength made him a terrifying opponent in battle. His dark brown fur and steel-gray eyes were a testament to his rugged nature, and his loyalty to Fenrir was unwavering.

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As Fenrir finished speaking, the pack fell silent. Then, Lyra stepped forward, her hazel eyes bright with curiosity.

"If the lamas have the locket, why haven't they used its power yet?" she asked.

"Surely they know its importance to us."

Orion, ever the strategist, nodded thoughtfully.

"If they have it, they're likely waiting for the right moment. Or perhaps they're testing us, trying to gauge how far we're willing to go to retrieve it."

Aylin, the healer, frowned.

"We can't let the lamas keep it. But we also can't risk dividing the pack too thinly. If the vampires sense our absence, they'll attack our weaker members."

Fenrir raised a hand again, his golden eyes narrowing.

"That's why we must act swiftly and decisively. Kael, Nerys, and Laziel will scout the lama's territory. Selene and Vanya will stay behind to protect the pack. The rest of you will prepare for a possible confrontation."

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As the pack dispersed to carry out Fenrir's orders, the three werewolves who had been with Mr. Everett exchanged a glance.

They hadn't shared everything they'd learned during their visit.

One of them, a lean figure with dark fur, leaned closer to Kael as they walked away.

"We didn't tell Fenrir everything," he murmured.

"Mr. Everett was terrified, not just of us, but of something—or someone—else."

Kael's sharp blue eyes flickered with interest, but he said nothing. Whatever the truth was, it would reveal itself in time.

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As the Lunar Wardens gathered in the heart of the jungle, the oldest among them, Fenrir, stood tall, his golden eyes glowing ominously in the moonlight.

His deep, gravelly voice broke the silence, catching the attention of every member present.

"It seems," he began, a hint of amusement in his tone,

"that Alia has been enjoying her little charade among the humans."

A murmur rippled through the group.

Kael, the beta, furrowed his brow, his sharp blue eyes narrowing.

"What are you implying, Fenrir?"

Fenrir smirked, his silver-gray fur shimmering under the pale moonlight.

He crossed his arms, his powerful frame exuding authority.

"She's been living as one of them for a decade now, hiding her true face, her true identity. Acting human. Pretending to care about their trivial lives."

Selene, the high priestess, tilted her head, her silver eyes narrowing.

"Alia has always been ambitious, but living among humans for so long? It's... unexpected."

Fenrir let out a low chuckle, the sound sending shivers down the spines of the younger wolves.

"Unexpected, yes. But not entirely surprising. Alia's hunger for power has always been insatiable."

Nerys, the fiery warrior, growled in agreement. Her red eyes burned with fury as she slammed a clawed hand against a nearby tree.

"That filthy wolf," she spat.

"She slaughtered her own kind without a second thought, all to satisfy her greed for dominance. And now she hides among humans, pretending to be one of them?"

Kael raised a hand to calm Nerys, though his expression remained stern.

"Enough," he said firmly.

"We all know what Alia is capable of. But what purpose does her act serve? Why would she lower herself to live among humans?"

Fenrir's smirk widened, his golden eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Because it's easier to manipulate them. Humans are weak, gullible. She's likely building alliances, gaining influence. But make no mistake—her thirst for power hasn't diminished. If anything, it's grown stronger."

Vanya, the cunning infiltrator, stepped forward, her emerald green eyes glinting with curiosity.

"And yet, despite everything, she remains our leader," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Funny how things work, isn't it?"

Fenrir laughed, the sound echoing through the clearing like a low rumble of thunder.

"Indeed," he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Our dear leader, who betrayed her own kind, now rules over us. What a joke."

The younger members of the pack exchanged uneasy glances.

Rhydian, the youngest at only 20 years old, shifted uncomfortably.

"If she's done so much harm to our kind, why do we still follow her?" he asked hesitantly.

Selene stepped forward, her silver eyes meeting Rhydian's.

"Because Alia is cunning," she said softly.

"She may have betrayed us, but she's also the reason we've survived this long. Her strategies, her alliances, her ability to outthink her enemies—they've kept us alive."

Kael nodded in agreement.

"And because, despite everything, she is still one of us. The pack doesn't abandon its own. Not unless there's no other choice."

Fenrir's smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression.

"But that doesn't mean we trust her," he said, his voice laced with venom.

"Alia may be our leader, but she's also a threat. We must watch her closely. That Greedy women"

Orion, the strategist, stepped forward, his green eyes thoughtful.

"Do we know what she's planning?" he asked.

"If she's living among humans, there must be a reason. Something more than just power."

Fenrir shrugged, his golden eyes gleaming.

"Perhaps she's waiting for the right moment to strike. Or perhaps she's found something—something she believes will give her the upper hand."

Lyra, the young visionary, frowned, her hazel eyes filled with concern.

"Do you think she's after the locket?" she asked.

The mention of the locket sent a ripple of tension through the pack. Fenrir's expression darkened, and his voice dropped to a low growl.

"It's possible, or maybe she has one?" he said.

"Alia knows its value. She knows the power it holds. If she has it, she will try take remaining of them."

The pack fell silent, the weight of Fenrir's words settling heavily over them.

Finally, Nerys broke the silence, her red eyes blazing with fury.

"If she has the locket, we'll take it from her," she said fiercely.

"No matter the cost."

Kael placed a hand on her shoulder, his blue eyes calm but firm.

"We don't know that she has it," he said.

"Jumping to conclusions won't help us."

Fenrir raised a hand, silencing the growing tension.

"We'll find out soon enough," he said.

"For now, we focus on the task at hand. We don't have any locket with us . We must search, no matter where it is or who has it."

The pack nodded in agreement, their resolve strengthening.

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As the pack began to disperse, Fenrir turned to Selene, his golden eyes serious.

"Keep an eye on the younger ones," he said quietly.

"They're questioning Alia's leadership. We can't afford division within the pack."

Selene nodded, her silver eyes softening.

"And what about you?" she asked.

Fenrir's smirk returned, though it lacked humor.

"I'll deal with Alia," he said.

"If she's hiding something, I'll tear her apart. And if she's betrayed us again…"

He didn't finish the sentence, but the cold glint in his eyes spoke volumes.

Selene placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch grounding.

"Be careful, Fenrir," she said softly.

"Alia is dangerous. I don't Think! But I have to try right !?"

Fenrir chuckled, though the sound was devoid of warmth.

"Don't worry about me, Selene," he said.

"I've survived worse."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Selene to watch him go, her silver eyes filled with worry.

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☞Back to William House RTC

Unbeknownst to the pack, Alia was already several steps ahead.

Far from the jungle, she stood in her lavish mansion, her human disguise flawless.

Her golden hair and soft brown eyes betrayed no hint of the beast within.

As she stared out the window, a sly smile played on her lips.

"They think they can stop me," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.

"How quaint."

She turned, her gaze falling on the ornate locket resting on her desk.

Its intricate design glowed faintly, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.

"They don't realize," she said softly,

"that the locket , I have only one . And another My lovely vampire Queen has it ! Am I wrong ? Sarah....."

Her laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that promised chaos and destruction.

" Ohh...Sarah ! I - I Just want you to marry my son ! OPPS.... Max Willaim son . So I can see you 24 hours in this house"

" Don't worry Sweet heart . I will be your lovely mom ."

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