StartNovel259. A WOLF WITH A PURE HEART NARRATOR If Dracomir's jaw hadn't been so firmly attached to his skull, it would've dropped to the floor in shock. Through the cracks that shattered the entire ground and shook the fortress's foundations, shumanoid figures jumped out, screaming. "Dracomir... it's those degenerates!" Alan shouted too, stunned. 'They would never forget them, not even ina thousand years. So many emotions stirred inside his chest, rage took over...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtuntil he realized they were just corpses. The heads that had been ripped off were now stitched back onto their shoulders with threads of fate. Undead, moved by skind of powerful magic. The massive wolf looked up again at the woman high above. Standing tall, untamed, commanding with a guttural voice like a sinister symphony, the very men who had once made her life a living hell.
---- <<I created an army for you>> That's what Victoria had told him, and both Dracomir's and Alan's chests swelled with pride. How many secrets did she keep hidden inside? His female was incredible, capable of setting him free, of being his shield and his sword. Capable of turning his worst fears, the enemies from his past, into warriors and slaves. Victoria lowered her gaze and looked at him through the smoke and chaos.
Her lips curled into that smile, full of wicked beauty and mischievous promise. "Goddess, I'm head over heels in love with that vampire," Alan confessed with a sigh that also carried the feelings of his human side. 'They needed to be close to her. He rushed forward, leaping through the thick vines that also slithered violently, attacking those beasts that had cout of nowhere. Ashe ran, Dracomir spotted them fighting in the outer circle formed by the undead.
Why did they look so much like his evolved form? Had they absorbed the spower as him? Faint memories returned to his mind as it began to awaken, after being set free: <<That tthey were thrown to die in the bowels of the fortress after their failed rebellion, they were already at death's door. The vampires took pleasure in every torture, down to their victims' last breath. Once again, the Masters seemed unbeatable... always discovering their plans.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut thrown into the corner of the cave like a dog, bleeding, starving, dehydrated, about to take his last breath... Frederick appeared to save him. Dracomir had thought he died in the battle, but Frederick said he had accidentally fallen through a hidden passage and used the tunnels he and Draco's father had once dug. He believed him, of course he did. He had cto save him- why would he lie? Frederick carried him silently through the maze of tunnels ---- deep into the damp cave.
Passages Dracomir had never seen, ones he thought even the vampires didn't know about. His consciousness was slipping, heartbeats slowing as he clung to Frederick's back. The air underground grew dense and cold, until Dracomir started trembling as if convulsing in a snowstorm. He could barely see in front of him, only held together by the last threads of his wolf's vitality. Then he felt Frederick set him down beside a cold, solid object. 'The aura was too aggressive, burning his skin.
He wanted to get away, but couldn't move a single muscle. "Dracomir, pray to the Moon Goddess and the Beast God to save you! You have a pure soul, they'll hear your plea!" Frederick's voice sounded far away, but with the desperation of a dying man, Dracomir clung to that last hope. He prayed in his heart like never before. Born a slave... he had seen such horrors, his mother's violent
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