Flower of Darkness - Part I

Kendrick and the warriors rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor. He came to a standstill when he noticed the female facing him, standing there with a heart in her palm. He and the warriors raised their weapons, aiming at the female, and the rattle of their weapons drew Bruce's attention, causing him to turn around.

"Your Majesty!" Kendrick exclaimed in disbelief, and Bruce's face was hidden behind a menacing grimace. Bruce turned around with the female behind him and dragging Faye with him, he wagged his finger. When feral hisses surrounded Kendrick and his warriors, they shrieked. Bruce simply walked away as the creatures ripped the Lycans apart, their howls filling the entire hall.

"Liam! I need you to find and protect Seraphina. She's with Malcolm, and I suspect he'll try to use her demon. Keep an eye on her and keep her from shifting." Aiden ordered

"Until my last breath!" said Liam curtly.

"Nicholas and I will be fighting on the front lines. No creature shall come near our packhouse. We attack at my command! And look out for Faye, no harm shall come her way!" They all walked out of the armory after Nicholas gave a curt nod. Dressed in full combat gear and adorned with weapons. The battle regiment has the strongest soldiers in combat; they don't shift unless absolutely necessary. They are deemed vulnerable in their beast form since they are unable to use body armour.

"Bring us victory Alpha, Beta!" Liam nodded to both of them and walked away to find Seraphina, while Aiden and Nicholas walked towards the Royal Warriors who were waiting there for them fully geared.

The Royal Pack's battle regiment. Shaped with the finest Soldiers the werewolves and lycan realm could offer, handpicked by Aiden himself from The Royal Training Academy. They are trained and groomed their entire lives to be the finest Killing machines. They are the ones who take part in every battle led by Prince Aiden and his Royal warriors. The King's Guard regiment serves to protect the Castle of Auhesraivia, and they are the best students at The Royal Training Academy. The battle regiment is only called in when there is a significant threat. They are also the smallest regiment with only a hundred soldiers, but the most skilled.

As Aiden approached the battle regiment's formation, followed by Nicholas, the soldiers parted to clear the way for him and his warriors. Aiden came to a halt directly in front of his soldiers, Nicholas a step behind beside him, and 15 Royal warriors in line behind them. In front of them stood their adversaries, those lifeless, dull creatures who had stood in front of them the day before. The battle regiment had already been trained to slaughter them and was awaiting Aiden's command.

"Weapons free!" As he drew his blade from its sheath, Aiden yelled. The battle regiment drew their automatic weapons, getting on one knee they aimed them at their enemies. Aiden thrust his sword into the air in front of him.

"Attack!" He commanded as he leaped into the air, lunging at the creatures.

"Attack!" Bruce said curtly as he stood behind the creatures in the shadows of the trees. The creatures charged towards the soldiers at his command. The quiet evening was obstructed by gunshots and growls. As he slashed his sword through the creatures, Bruce stood emotionlessly staring at Aiden. His blade was sharp and unyielding as he effortlessly cut through the creatures bathing in their blood.

"He is magnificent!" The female next to him said while staring at Aiden with awe in her eyes. Bruce glanced at her,

"He is," He said while completely turning to face the female.

"I wish to have him back in my arms." She said with gleaming eyes.

"You will, I promise." He said and her eyes flickered with hope,

"She lived all these years because of you. Only because you pledged me I wouldn't be able to live without her plasma. But now that we've moved on and she's had the audacity to plant the venomous seed of wish for what her mother desired in my son, I want her dead." He took a step closer and grabbed her jaw, saying,

"And you will bring me her head." The female bowed her head and knelt.

"She is extremely powerful, my king. She is a valuable asset to you; she can bring you any kingdom, any land, and bring down your adversary all by herself. I believe you are already aware of this; you understand how useful she is if we can just regain control of her."

"What Aiden wishes could cause him to lose his fucking head. But I believe you, nor dear Faye will let that happen. Now, all I wish for is her head, my love. And you shall bring it to me! Or do you hold her more dear then your own son, Matilda?" He snarled and both the female whimpered.

"Anything for you, my King." He smiled, pulling her up and crashing his lips against hers. He drew back and pushed her away.

"But if you fail, I'll have your head and his!" He snarled and she bowed and walked away. He turned his head towards the trembling female on the grassy surface.

"Guess you are stuck with you father-in-law!"

"It's funny how you spent your entire life being afraid to trust anyone and then trusted the one sent to destroy you!"

Malcolm laughed as Seraphina writhed in agony, attempting to free herself from the curse.

"Luna!" She looked around when she heard a male voice yell. Four warriors were rushing towards her; they were in the back corner of the packhouse, and no one had crossed this area or found them due to the sudden attack.

"Oh, look! Your devoted subjects have arrived!" Malcolm sneered.

"Get the hell away from her!" As they drew their swords, the warrior growled.

"How come I didn't find that even remotely threatening?" Malcolm shook his head and crossed his arms. He glanced at Freya, who stood up and nodded. The warrior charged at them, but he came to a halt and winced as he looked at Freya. She held his heart in her hand and threw it away like it was trash, and the warrior collapsed to the ground. She sailed with the wind, and in an instant, the rest of the warriors were dead and lying on the ground.

"My finest assassin! Even though she lacks experience and some skills. I believe you will hone her!" He clapped his hands.

"And why would I do that!" She growled through gritted teeth.

"Because that's what I desire and you will fulfill it. You seem to have forgotten a lot of manners!" He cocked his head as he knelt. When he reached out to touch her, something sharp flew by his air, but before he could figure out what it was, a scream of anguish rattled his throat. Blood ran down his arm like external veins before spilling carelessly onto the grassy surface.

"Don't you dare to put your filthy claws on her!" Liam growled, one of his hands around Freya's neck, a sharp dagger in his hand. Malcolm was shaken by the sudden attack, and the curse broke for a brief moment, giving her the chance. She kicked Malcolm in the groin, causing him to writhe on the ground in agony. Freya jerked back in Liam's grip, and he pressed the dagger against her neck.

"Don't even think about it; I'll cut you so deep that you won't be able to heal in time."

"Sure go ahead!" She said indifferently, and he glanced at her eyes, which flickered for a moment before Liam slashed open her throat and beheaded her. Seraphina's head turned towards him as her body fell to the ground with a loud thud, and he shrugged with a cold face.