DEVI - I {Fall of the Hunters}

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k forest away from civilization was full of life even after midnight. The trees could only shudder as they exhaled their essence giving lives to life snatchers. Their leaves shivered a

the cave was covered with green algae and moist grass to compel an intruder into believing that it w

s of years old. It was home

y all were sinking in their holes to stay clear of the approaching doom. The hungry monsters of the cave will be soon out to fill their bellies and their first target would be the innocent beings of the jungle. The gravel an

umidity of the burning atmosphere. The cave opens into a humon

ess monsters that don’t even leave the bones of their prey lives in the cave of dark forest. Their association with each other and collective i

le but a leader, are referred to as the Rogues. The most hated

Vampires, Werewolves, ghouls, shifters, elves, corrupted witches and various creatures belo

lebration. An exciting ritual was about to transpire where the slaves will b

ortured and used for fun and when the time comes, they are thrown into a labyrinth, a dangerous puzzle which is impossible to cross. The slaves, when thrown inside the labyrinth, are given a chance to escape if they found an open path leading to a different habitat. The labyrinth was a giant model composed of numerous paths and various gates. There was only one opening to it and no one in t

ating the instruments were sweating profusely. Their hands were shaking in both excitement and t

sement. Her wrinkled and muddy hands reached inside her satchel and she pulled out a small heart belonging to a vampire slave. Oh, how she has enjoyed ripping it from his chest slowly as he struggled at her torture table. Releasing a hoarse moan, she pierced the red dripping heart with her long nail and drank the blood from it relis

ighting for a slice of meat by growling and scratching

yes sitting at the highest position. A rough chuckle esc

dded with jewels like other royals but built of bones, canines, and claws. The remains of his foes that were mercilessly butche

ow of claws and gashes covered his torso with a pinkish hue. They were older than the beings enjoying the ritual. The beast was a sight to hold with his sharp features and a radiating dark aura. The females among the crowd found it hard to remove their lustful eyes from him. He was their dream

cessfully set a legacy 200 years ba

aid ritual comes to end. Fear masked their features and they fell on their knees as the dominating aura brushed past by them like air caressing their dirty flesh. Inside t

a thunderous roar was released. The rogues jumped on their feet and braced themselves, now understanding their king’s concern. He has sensed an intruder within their land. An uninvited guest has dared to trespass the forbidden

ipper. Another roar was realized which made few of the rogues lose control over their bladder. They shivered as heard the first crack followed by a deadly howl. The King fell on his knees and surrendered to his nightmare, a monster of the night. His bones started breaking and shifting into a manner giving rise to a bloody appearanc

ir on his two feet. His figure turned blurry within seconds and the rest of rogue

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rt. His leathery ears perked hearing pants and huffs. The gentle footsteps could be heard in the distance as they crushed the dried leaves. The powerful lycan approached his prey and crouched low after finally laying his eyes on a man in his

nter was doing in

his feet stumbled on a stone

he pores of intruder, the lycan decided to show his presence. He j

he slowly lifted his head and could only gasp when met with a pair of pitch-black eyes. His breaths stopped as his sacred heart studied the beast out of his nightmare breathing aloud. He tried to gulp in order to wet his dried thro

f the forest. Although his ego was wounded, he would happily bow in front of an

as the beastly figure took a step towards him. With a scoff, the rogue King slapped the body away in a tree as if he was swatting a fly. The man’s back collided w

f you feel I am trying to play you then do rip my throat and toss my body for your pupil to devour.” This time the man spat with less fear.

n stands on his feet and despite

to offer you a proposition.” SuryaRaje said standing straight and reached for a crumbled piece of paper in h

ore and extinguishing the life out of their eyes. I beg for your help as no one else is as powerful as you are. You belong to the oldest line of lycanthrope and no King in superna

eaved years ago played in his mind. The paper held a map. A map showing boundaries of all the powerful Kingdoms of the Supernatural world. With a last look at Surya, the lycan cr

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