57 -- Ahhhhhh!

King Eric searched through the drawers of his son's study. His son had told him all that he knew and how he was able to carry out the mating but he wanted to have the books in his hands and so he was here searching the study.
He needed to get the book to have a detailed understanding. Even though the prince had told his father the book had missing ###s, the selfish king still wanted it in his hands. After his arrival, he had made his son tell him about all he knew about the werewolves. The prince had told his father all he knew but what the new werewolf king didn't know was that he father was planning on a war.
Angry, King Eric flipped the small cabinet next to the king's seat. He had been searching for the book for over an hour and there was no sign he was going to find it. He huffed and moved to the door. He opened the door and called the two guards who were in the look out.
Both guards came in and started to search for the book right away. They explored the large study, making sure to reach every nook and cranny of the office while the vampire king stood by the door ensuring they left no stone unturned.
"What's the situation on the soldiers? Have you heard from them?" The king asked, a frown on his face.
While chucking the books on a shelvi, one of the guards answered, "reports reaching me revealed they're few kilometers away from the palace. They would be here soon."
The good news made the king smile. His plans were evenly coming together. "Inform me of their arrival as soon as they get here. We move in the morning."
The guard who had answered him nodded.
"We move early tomorrow!" The king announced.
The guards continue to search, scattering and destroying the furniture. And then a loud sigh went past the other guard's mouth while the cheeks of the king were pushed up the corners of his lips when the second guard announced, holding up a book from the large shelve saying, "I've found it."
The guard handed the book over to the vampire king. The king ran his wrinkled fingers on the front of the book and whisperer the title boldly written on t he front cover, "the mating season."
The king felt fullfied. "Rest guys, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
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Sweat stung the eyes like tiny vipers, dripping down from a gore sprayed face. All around was nothing but a whirlwind of disorder and violence, a blur of color and vicious motion. The parched, panting tongue collected the dust choked air which intermixed with the bitterness of iron. Deafening, blood pounded in the ears, drumming to a ferocious beat inside the helmet. The sound was barely enough to obscure the cries of men, the screams of injured beasts, and the thunder of steel striking steel. Pain from a dozen wounds barely registered, being drowned out by the heightened, throbbing ache from the shattered hand which hung trembling on the right side. Above the lower scent of sweat was the acidic smell of all pervasive fear, carried aloft from clashing bodies that howled amidst a sea of scarlet liquid which drained from friend and foe alike, to soak a once vibrant field of yellow flowers.
Greeted by a pair of guards, they fail to react to our intrusion in time. Placing precise cuts into their unarmored bodies, spilling their organs and blood upon the crude stone floor. More come to join their fallen comrades.
Bullets tear through the air and scar the walls of the cavern in the narrow passageway leading deeper into the much lager areas of the complex. The combative Confederation troops test my body armor, and my resolve.
Taking a hit to my left forearm and another to my right thigh, I roar in pain and rage. Fighting through the searing punctures, a dozen more bodies lay mutilated by my blades. They begin to retreat from the animal they have awakened in me, realizing the fatal mistake it was to not put me down when they had the chance.
Some men begin to be picked off ahead of me, and I can only assume the others found their way here into the fray. Limping and growling, I continue to cut them down like a farmer in harvest season. Each strike felling, and dismembering, hungrily gnawing into their soft tissues and shattering bone. Boots making the familiar sick slapping as I tread through blood, organs, and other bodily fluids.
The last enemy unit falls to the floor with a dull wet thud from my blade, his eyes wide as his last breath hisses from his lungs and the lights leave his eyes. The others at my back ready to get the civilian captives out of here.I listen to them as they proceed in locating the cell blocks where they are held. I set off down another route to where the Harvest is being done, a pair of boots at my rear. I do not know who is following me, but at least they are on my side.The stench of death is a sick irony, as the death dealing enemies lay mutilated about the larger alcove. Tributaries of their blood slowly wind across the gray stone underfoot, making sticky tracks to a drain in the floor.
Striking his sword, prince Nicholas beheaded one of the vampire soldiers. It was unimaginable to think his own kingdom will turn agaui him. He was in a battle field, fighting for his life and his new kingdom. His sword sliced an vampire's right arm then using his leg he pushed the vampire in the chest, making him fall to the floor holding his chest.
The prince was in his study when he heard marching from outside. He looked out of his window and got confused when he saw his father leading the werewolf army. The new werewolf king made his way downstairs confused as to why his father was leading the vampire army to the werewolf palace. When he got downstairs, his father and his army dropped in the floor heads of some of his subjects.
The prince gave a gasp. They were all fifteen. And angrily, the werewolf kingdom attached and so here he was trying to save his life and the kingom. In a bid to save Laura's life,, he had locked her in the room.
He couldn't believe his father had turned again him. His father had led the vampire soldier to over throw him and that confused him. Nicholas couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his father had led the vampire army to overthrow him.
Using the momentum of a lifeless body over his shoulder, prince Nicholas ran across to join one of the werewolf soldiers. His soldier was close to being stabbed by the vampire soldier. The prince pushed the lifeless body from this shoulder and used his sword to stabs him,the pointy part of the sword passing through his stomach. He fell on his side, slowly dying.
Prince Nicholas moved into another vampire. He was struggliing to stand and grapped the prince arm. Shoving the mangled man off of him, he hit the ground in a nasty wet thud. He fell on an arrow, piercing his back.
The war was going on in the garden. Blood was splashing all around.
The battlefield was dust and dirt, all baked under an unrelenting sun. To the soldiers from the vampire kingdom it felt more like a gladiator's arena, albeit without the cheering blood-thirsty crowd. For the werewolves it was the hottest summer day they'd ever felt and their clothes were too thick, trapping their body heat, soaking with sweat.
Coming upon the fallen enemy units, some were still trying to fight despite being injured. The closest to the prince tries to stab him in the ankle with a sword. He prevented it by holding the butt of the weapon, and swinging it into the soldier's thrusting arm. He growls back at Nicholas in contempt, as he tries to recover from the blow for a second attempt. Slamming his left foot down on his opponent's arm, prince Nicholas pinned it to the grassy floor beneath. The soldier's teeth bared like a wild animal, as he aggressively tried to free his arm.
Hitting the prince in the knee with his free hand, the prince dropped to a kneel from the building pain with each swift blow the soldier have him. The prince injured joint slammed hard into the soldier's chest winding him. Slamming the butt of the sword down onto his throat, crushing his wind pipe. Raising up to his feet once more, only to be pelted by another a few meters down.
"Shit!" The prince groaned in pain. Staggering as he tried to get on his feet the prince could taste the blood in his mouth and so he spat it out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The prince widened his eyes when he saw who it was.
Growling through gritted teeth, prince Nicholas forced his battered body toward him. The evil bastard he called his father.Keeping an eye on his target, the prince saw as king Eric took out a sword stuck in one of the dead bodies.
Prince Nicholas threw an arrow at him since he was still too far away. Barely had the weapon gotten halfway into the air when it fell. The prince frowned, he needed to practice his aim. His father had noticed this making him chuckle.The prince charged at his father both of them clattering to the floor with a dull thud.
Groaning from the impact, the king tried to reach his arrow that had fallen. When he grabbed it, prince Nicholas kicked the weapon up, the weapon slammed into the prince face busting his nose. The king took this as his opportunity and grased his son by his throat. Holding the prince mid air, the king flailed at him, not carring it was his son.
The prince howled in pain, holding onto his father's shirt. Nicholas managed to flip them. The young werewolf king was now on top and he threw a blow at the old vampire's face making him groan. "Ahhhhhh!"
Taking hold of her arm with both hands, prince Nicholas gave a hard punch to his father's chin using his knee. The prince groaned as his joint still hurt while his father that was pinned underneath gave a loud shout. Twisting around with the king's arm still in his iron grip, prince Nicholas shoved him in his gut and his father spat out blood.
Just as Nicholas was about to throw another punch at his father, he felt two pair of hands, one hold each of his arm pulling him away. Someone helped the king up while the two soldiers held the prince. Prince Nicholas struggled to get away from their hold but it was impossible. Their hold on him was just too tight. The prince recognized them, they were some of the guards in the vampire palace.
The vampire king got up and gave him a blow. This made the prince fall to the ground. Despite the pain the prince managed to stand up swiftly and took a sword laying on the floor.
Prince Nicholas tried to strike the sword on a vampire soldier but the soldier was able to protect himself by using his shield. Prince Nicholas tried to strike again but the soldier countered it by using his sword to push the prince back. This caused the prince to fall to the ground.
He stood. 'I'm going to kill you," Prince Nicholas snarled. He attacked with a big right overhand punch. King Eric stepped out of range, but before he could bring his hands up to defend, Nicholas drove his shoulder into his father's chest, slamming him into the wall, where he started landing solid punches into his gut.
All three charged at the prince and tried to defeat him.The prince moved quickly, hitting and kicking, and in a few minutes, all the werewolves soldiers around him were lying on the ground moaning. He had watched the commander train without her weapons during his stay in the kayaan kingdom. He had picked a thing or two during her trainings.
"Get him!" The vampire king ordered his guards.
When he saw the guards were starting to raise up, Prince Nicholas turned around looking at the werewolf kingdom one more time before fleeing and running for his life.
The vampire king was victorious. He had won the war and was going to take over the werewolf kingdom. He was going to rule two kingdoms now.