Chapter 92: The Vampire And The Wolf

Ramose felt his surroundings blur as he dazedly watched his mate.

'The Nar! Why does she look so...so...so otherworldly beautiful!'

He could not come up with a better word to describe her. He only knew, he could not take his gaze off her.

The black robe against her red-gold silky hair and fair complexion made her already breathtaking beauty blinding.

The radiance, vigor, and vitality that the dull Nar realm lacked, she encompassed it all.

She was all that he knew, expected, and then some more.

However, the beauty that originally attracted him was never her physical appearance. 

It was her bright and shinning soul that he fell deeply and irrevocably in love with. Her charming laughter that he imprinted into his heart, and her violet eyes and fire kissed hair that he branded into his mind.

And yet, at this very moment, as he felt his heartbeat increase and his breath shorten, he realized he was falling in love with her all over again.

"Grrrrrr!"

Sensing the other beasts fervent sights fixed on his mate, Ramose growled in warning, consumed with the uncontrollable urge to hide her within his arms.

'Damn! Why the Nar are this fools staring at my mate? Don't they have anything better to look at?'

He was peeved!

Only he had the right to look at her. Only he had the right to admire her beauty.

From now on, it seemed he needed to keep an eye on every beast in the realm.

Without any further delay, he got on his hunches and lunged towards her. 

Wind surged, and popping sounds rang out.

Before any beast could react, Ramose was in his human. Unceremoniously, he pulled the dumbstruck serpentine into his wide arms.

"Grrrrrr!"

Growling possessively, he engulfed her tiny frame and glared sharply at the awestruck beasts.

The beasts, finally brought back to their senses by the sharp killing intent in the Wolf King's eyes, guiltily looked away in fear and embarrassment. 

They felt awfully wronged.

After all, it was not their fault that the serpentine turned out to be so beautiful.

Unaware and unconcerned with their grievances, Ramose felt satisficed with their quick reactions.

Sighing in relief, he buried the girl's head in his firm chest and gently laid his chin on her soft flame hair, deeply inhaling her sweet fruity fragrance.

"Versailles..."

"Hmm?"

"I missed you."

The slight tremble of her soft body filled his heart with bliss and tenderness.

Only he knew how deeply he missed her. 

The past few ice nights and warm mornings away from her felt like eons of separation.

He wanted to rush to her side, but the fear of evoking her anger held him back.

He could endure anything. 

Separation, pain, torture.

Anything but her anger.

If there ever came a day where she never spoke to him, or ignored him, he didn't know what he would do.

He was certain, however, that he would never be at peace without regaining her favor and appeasing her anger.

"Without you, I am but a shell. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half." The words rang true in his heart and soul.

Without her, he felt like a lifeless puppet, breathing just for the sake of living. It was only with her around, that he truly felt alive. That he truly understood the meaning of living.

It was a difference he never noticed before.

One that became glaringly obvious with her appearance.

Luke watched the Werewolf King embrace the woman of his heart with red eyes and cold heart. 

It was not supposed to be like this. Things were not supposed to be like this.

Since 500 years ago, she was meant to be his.

So, how could the damn wolf embrace her so unrestrainedly in front of everyone.

In front of him.

The longer Luke watched, the deeper the hatred and rage in his heart ran. 

He would make him pay. He would make the wolf pay for daring to lay his hands on his woman.

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He would send him to such an agonizing abyss he would never be able to free himself from. Where only his shadow would be his accompany.

Gritting his teeth to prevent the snarl on his throat, he harshly swiveled his head away, blood leaking from his tightly clenched fists.

His patience was slipping, his control loosening.

If the Battle of Wars didn't start soon, he would truly lose it.

By then, even his thousand years of experience and reason would not be enough to stop him from lunging at the disgusting werewolf.

Red light entered his line of sight and his vision met with that of the Demon Queen's.

Her blood red lips stretched into a mocking smile as her sight swept tauntingly over the embracing figures.

The massage was clear, not needing any interpretation.

Luke instantly recalled his meeting with the demoness.

"I want the Werewolf King. As long as you are willing to help me break the bond between the wolf and snake, I am willing to do anything you want."

"I am sorry, but what is it that you believe you can do for me that I cannot get my subordinates to do?"

"I can help you get the serpentine. No, no...don't try to deny it now. I saw everything that I needed to see at the Stadium of Battle Arenas. So, there is no point in denying it. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. In fact, this can work to the best of our advantage. You get me the Werewolf and I will help you get the serpentine. So, what do you say, Supreme Elder? Do we have a deal?"

At the beginning, he had no intention of working with the demoness, as he had the support of the dark lord's thousand dark shadows.

However, seeing the werewolf entangled so tightly with the girl, he could care less about his image as the Supreme Elder of the Bloodsucking clan.

The agony of seeing her with the beast was so excruciatingly painful that he felt like his heart was being cleaved in two. The pain so blinding that his surroundings were blurring.

Such anguish, he never experienced before.

Not before her appearance.

No.

He could no longer wait, no longer wanted to wait. 

Without another word, he decisively nodded to the nervous Demon Queen.

'Yes! The Supreme Elder will now get me what I want.'

The Werewolf King was going to be her's soon.

'Hehehe.....Werewolf King, enjoy your little affair while it lasts. Because very soon, you won't be looking at anyone else but me! You won't be holding anyone else but me. Because you, you will only belong to me, be only mine!'

Looking at the tall, muscular frame of the Werewolf King, greed and possessiveness flashed through Rona Mai's eyes.

The Devil King felt the strange vibe in the atmosphere. 

Curious, he turned to the Demon Queen to inquire if she sensed the same, only to be greeted with her gleaming dark eyes.

A shiver went down his spine, and the Devil King unconsciously shuddered.

The demoness was in the middle of scheming.

But scheming what?

Alarmed, he immediately raised his guard.

Boom!

Right at this instant, the explosion of another erupting volcano spread throughout the region. 

The races turned serious, their focus on the Six Supreme Clans.

Now that all the expected Individuals were gathered, it was the start of the historically changing Battle of Wars.

"Beasts of all races! You are all gathered here today to begin the Battle of Wars that will change the very structure of the Nar realm. Due to a concern raised by the Supreme Elder, you are all gathered here together to fight against one serpentine." Pausing, the six witches that suddenly appeared, looked over the silent crowd.

"As we said, this Battle of Wars will change the very structure of the Nar realm. If the serpentine wins, no beast will prevent her from leaving with the Werewolf King, no matter what the future holds. If she loses, and is still alive, she will be leaving with the Snake clan and can never become the Werewolf King's mate. Are we clear?" 

The witches booming voice filled the region, but no response came.

"Oh, heavens! We are fighting to prevent the Werewolf King from taking his mate home. Do you think he will vent his rage on us once the battles conclude?"

"You think? Just look at him. He is smitten with his mate! If we get in the way of his good matter, we are sure to evoke his wrath!"

"Then, then, what can we do? Isn't that inviting our own death? Why don't we just forfeit right now? At least then, we will not anger the Werewolf King. Don't forget, he is likely to be the Great King!"

"There is no point in forfeiting. If we do that, we will still end up dead in the other five supreme clans hands."

"That means we have no hope of escaping this ordeal?"

The lesser races were panicking. 

At the time of the agreement, no beast dared to voice their opinion under the suppression of the other five supreme clans. 

However, now that the real deal was about to begin, every beast started panicking, worrying for their own survival and the survival of their clan.

"Is that clear?"

The witches voices' rang out again, only this time, there was more power and force behind the holler.

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