The blood Moon's Warning

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 5: The blood Moon's Warning

The moon hung heavy in the sky, its crimson glow casting an eerie light over the Blood Wolf Pack's land. Marcos stood at the top of the pack's stronghold, his silver eyes burning as he gazed into the night.

The Lunar's power surged through his body. Every heartbeat felt stronger, every sense sharper. But with that power came a terrifying vision—Hadrian's army was coming.

And they wouldn't stop until everything was reduced to ash.

Darius approached, his face tense. "They're here."

Marcos exhaled sharply. "How many?"

Jax, who had just returned from scouting, stepped forward. "Too many. They're moving in fast. And they're not alone."

Selene tightened her grip on her bow. "More Hybrids?"

Jax nodded grimly. "Not just any. These are different from the one we fought before. Stronger. Faster." He paused. "They're using dark magic."

Marcos' jaw tightened. Hadrian was more dangerous than they thought.

He turned to his warriors. "Then we hold the line. We fight."

But before they could move, the ground began to shake.

A distant howl echoed through the night—low, guttural, filled with an unnatural rage.

And then, from the shadows, the first set of monsters appeared.

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The Siege of the Blood Wolf Pack

The enemy swarmed the stronghold, their eyes glowing with dark energy. The Hybrids led the charge—beasts with elongated claws, moving like shadows. Behind them, the Dark Blood Pack's warriors emerged, their bodies covered in war paint, their weapons dripping with silver.

Marcos' warriors stood their ground.

Jax let out a loud roar, shifting into his gigantic wolf form as he tore through the first wave of attackers.

Selene fired a barrage of arrows, each one glowing with moonlight as they struck down the incoming hybrids.

Darius fought with his daggers, moving like a phantom, slicing through enemies before they could react.

And then, at the center of it all, Marcos transformed.

His Lycan form towered over the battlefield, his claws glowing with raw Lunar energy. He ripped through the Hybrids, their dark magic burning away under his touch.

But for every enemy they killed, more took their place.

And then, from the shadows, Hadrian appeared.

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Hadrian's Arrival

The battlefield fell silent as Hadrian stepped forward, his dark armor glinting under the blood moon. His red eyes burned with cruelty, and at his side stood a figure cloaked in shadows—a sorcerer.

Hadrian smiled. "I was hoping to see you again, Marcos."

Marcos growled. "You're too late. The Lunar belongs to me."

Hadrian chuckled. "Is that what you think? You still don't understand, do you?"

He raised his hand, and the sorcerer beside him muttered an incantation.

Dark energy pulsed through the battlefield, and suddenly, the fallen warriors—the dead Hybrids, the slain wolves—began to rise.

Their eyes glowed black. Their bodies twisted into something unnatural.

Selene gasped. "They're… reanimating the dead."

Jax snarled. "That's not possible."

But Marcos knew better. Hadrian had broken the natural order. He was using forbidden magic.

Hadrian's grin widened. "Let's see if the Moon's Chosen can survive the dead."

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent his undead army forward.

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Marcos vs. Hadrian

The battle turned into chaos.

Marcos and his warriors fought desperately to hold the line, but the undead wouldn't stay down. Every time one was struck, it rose again, stronger than before.

Selene's arrows no longer worked. Jax and Darius were getting overwhelmed.

Marcos knew there was only one way to end this.

He locked eyes with Hadrian. "This ends now."

Hadrian smirked. "Then come and face me, Lycan."

With a mighty leap, Marcos lunged at Hadrian, claws slashing through the air. Hadrian blocked with his sword, the force of their clash shaking the battlefield.

Blow for blow, they fought—Alpha against Alpha, strength against strength.

Hadrian was faster than Marcos had expected. He fought with precision, his every move deadly and calculated. But Marcos had something Hadrian didn't—the power of the Lunar.

With a roar, Marcos unleashed a blast of silver energy, knocking Hadrian backward.

For the first time, Hadrian staggered.

His eyes narrowed. "So… you really are the Moon's Chosen."

Marcos panted, his muscles burning. "You're finished."

But Hadrian simply smiled.

"No. I've already won."

He raised his hand.

And then—the Blood Moon turned black.

The sky darkened.

The Lunar in Marcos' chest flashed with warning.

Hadrian's body began to glow with a sinister red light. The sorcerer beside him let out a terrible chant, and suddenly—Hadrian's form began to change.

His muscles expanded. His fangs grew longer. His eyes became pure crimson.

He wasn't just a werewolf anymore.

Hadrian had become something else. Something darker.

Jax stared in horror. "What the hell is he?"

Selene whispered. "He's… a Dark Lycan."

Hadrian let out a monstrous growl. His voice was deeper, filled with power. "Now, Marcos… let's finish this."

The final battle had begun.