Lucius Von Blake stood in front of the gates of Kryptoria, his colossal wolf form towering over the dark stone walls. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to chant in a low, rumbling voice."Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya... Krishna, god of justice, hear my call. Send forth your lightning and thunder, and let the evils of this land be purged."As Lucius chanted, the sky above Kryptoria began to darken, as if night was falling in the middle of the day. The air grew thick with electricity, and heart-wrenching thunders began to roar through the sky.Lucius opened his eyes, and his gaze was directed at the palace of the Kryptoria Kingdom. He raised a paw, and a bolt of lightning shot forth from his claws, striking the palace with incredible force.The lightning was followed by many more, each one striking the palace and the surrounding buildings with devastating precision. The shadow soldiers that had been guarding the palace were annihilated in an instant, their dark forms dis

The sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the uncharted forest. In front of Eryndor's tent, a large crowd gathered. Monsters, elves, and humans alike stood together, curious about why Eryndor had called them.Eryndor stepped out of his tent, followed by Princess Isabella. He looked out at the crowd, his eyes serious."My dear friends and citizens of Elyria," he began, his voice loud and clear. "I have called you here today because of an important issue. Two days ago, Elthara of the Yalaaha Elven clan came to me with a request for our assistance."The crowd murmured, wondering what Elthara's request could be."What did she want?" a human asked from the back of the crowd.Eryndor took a deep breath before answering. "She told me that a new Orc King has risen. This Orc King will lead thousands of orcs to eliminate every life in this forest."The crowd gasped, shocked and scared. Monsters growled, elves whispered to each other, and humans looked around nervously."How can this

Lucius and Eryndor sat together in a private room. Eryndor was wondering how Lucius managed to take on the human form, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the latter."I'm sure you're wondering about my new appearance." Lucius spoke with a smile on his face."Well, yes.. but if you don't want to share it with me.." Eryndor said. Even though he said this, his curious mind was screaming something else."Don't worry, I'll tell you my story. The story of how I got this Lycaon curse.. of how I became a the being you've come to know. It's time you know the other side of the coin." Lucius said.*[FRANCE, 1784, EARTH].Lucius Von Blake adjusted his waistcoat, ensuring the silver buttons were securely fastened. He smoothed his dark hair, a habit his mother, Lucilla, had instilled in him. His eyes, an unsettling shade of brown, gazed back from the mirror.Downstairs, the door creaked open, and a rugged voice echoed through the hallway. "Good morrow, Monsieur Von Doom. I'm looking for your exp

I burst out of the basement, my heart racing. The mirror's reflection still haunted me – purple eyes, blood-stained hands, and razor-sharp canines. I sprinted up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door shut behind me. Breathless, I rummaged through my worn leather bag. Amidst the chaos, a tattered book emerged. Its cover, once a deep blue, now faded to a muted gray. The pages yellowed with age. My trembling hands opened the book, revealing my mother's handwriting across the pages, a mix of ancient languages and cryptic symbols. Teachings she had shared with me before her passing.I flipped the pages until I got to the part I was searching for. My mother had once taught me about the werewolves. In fact, she had once told me that my Uncle, General Maximus Decimus, was rumored to be one of these ungodly beasts. My focus was now on this page where my mother wrote down details of werewolves."The most famous mythological account of werewolves comes from the legend of Lycaon, a king of Arcadia

Silvia sipped her ale, her eyes scanning the bustling tavern. Fellow hunters gathered around, their voices rising."The King's bounty is 10,000 livres," one hunter boasted."I'll take that beast down myself," another hunter claimed.Silvia listened intently, her expression unreadable.A grizzled hunter, Diego, leaned in. "I've heard it's not just any beast," Diego said."Rumors say it's a lycanthrope.""A werewolf?" a young hunter repeated, wide-eyed.Diego nodded. "The villagers have seen it. Tall, with razor-sharp claws and teeth."Silvia's gaze narrowed. She had heard similar stories in China. Of the Jiangshi, bloodthirsty creatures roaming the night. But this beast seemed different, more powerful.A burly hunter, Argent, slammed his fist on the table."We'll need traps, silver bullets, and men with steel nerves."The group nodded in agreement. Silvia remained silent, her thoughts racing. She had left China to escape the Emperor's expectations, to find adventure and purpose.Now, s