Morbius_King

Eleanor Lockwood, a woman who fled her family's werewolf legacy, finds herself thrust back into the world she desperately tried to escape. A brutal ritual names her the Alpha of the Lockwood pack, a role she never wanted. As she grapples with her newfound power and the responsibility it entails, a rebellion simmers within the pack. Agatha, a powerful Lockwood matriarch, fuels dissent, convinced the ritual was corrupted and that Eleanor is unfit to lead.

Haunted by a vision of her past – a man with her mother – Eleanor delves into the secrets of her lineage, uncovering a possible connection to a different, stronger bloodline within the Lockwoods. Meanwhile, she must prove her leadership through cunning strategy and displays of strength, both physical and mental. The trial by combat against Jacob, the black sheep, looms, but a greater threat may be lurking on the horizon.

Will Eleanor embrace her destiny and unite the fractured pack? Can she forge a new path for the Lockwoods, one that bridges the gap between human and wolf? Or will the weight of the past and the rebellion within tear the pack apart, leaving them vulnerable to unforeseen dangers?

Blood Moon — Tale of the Lycan Wolves

The monstrous Oni, radiating unholy power, charged towards the Lockwood Manor. Its every step sent tremors through the floorboards, its stench a suffocating presence. The other Onis followed suit, a wave of darkness surging forward, their eyes burning with a ferocious hunger.

Despair threatened to consume Elijah, but Michael's shout jolted him back to his senses. "There are too strong!" Michael roared, his voice raw with desperation. He parried a blow from an Oni, his silver dagger leaving a sizzling mark on its obsidian arm. But the creature retaliated with a swipe of its clawed hand, tearing a deep gash across Michael's shoulder.

Abigael, a whirlwind of determination, slammed her iron poker into an Oni's knee, eliciting a shriek of frustration more than pain and momentarily disrupting its advance. However, the sheer number of the creatures was overwhelming. They were like a tide of darkness, relentless and unstoppable.

The Pilage