As Shawn, Aurora, and Mirana stood before the imposing court of the master, the atmosphere crackled with tension.The guards stood before the master, forming a formidable line of armoured soldiers. They stood at attention, their eyes focused on the newcomers."We cannot attack from this space, they will fight with all they have and we will fail," Shawn whispered. Shawn took a step forward, radiating confidence as he stepped up to the guards that separated him from the master. "I request an audience with the master," Shawn announced, her voice steady and commanding. "I want to speak to him, and not the guards."The guards, ever vigilant, eyed her with suspicion. One of them, a burly man with a grizzled beard, stepped forward and questioned, "And who exactly are you?"Mirana, her icy blue eyes gleaming with defiance, stepped alongside Shawn. "I am. Mirana, a witch, he is a werewolf, an alpha of a pack, and she is a vampire, she said and gestured at Aurora.The guard's reaction was unex

As Lucian threaded on the new site in the timeline, he walked wearily across the road.The blow he received from the vampire lord was a brutal one, one that remained even though the vampire lord was dead. He was in the past where he once lived, he believed that since he had enemies of the past, he would have friends who were of the past too. With a steadfast belief in fate, he embarked on a quest to find his friend, a skilled healer who held the key to the boundaries of his supernatural health back at that time. As Lucian followed the coordinates, the path was fraught with danger and uncertainty. The winding road led him through dense forests, their gnarled branches reaching towards the darkening skies above. The sense of foreboding grew with each passing step, only to be amplified when he encountered a pack of menacing werewolves.Memories flooded Lucian's mind, reminding him of his past encounters with these savage creatures. He was the one who single-handedly wiped them out in

The sun began its descent beyond the horizon, it's brightness illumination the forest. Lucian and Marcos, a vampire and a hybrid plan with anticipation and tepped firmly into the ancient woods.Their mission was clear - to confront not one, but three powerful werewolves that had been terrorizing the local villages in the time of Lucian. Back in those days, they were killed by Lucian and he was sure that they will be there as he was back to his past. As they silently treaded through the underbrush and as they went, Lucian warily glanced at his companion.Marcos' face, chiseled by countless battles, betrayed a mixture of focus and determination. Lucian drew courage from his companion's unwavering wish to help face his past. Together, they were an unstoppable force.Hours passed, each step bringing them deeper into the heart of the werewolves' territory. The air grew thick with tension as the moon ascended, bathing the forest in an eerie glow.Suddenly, an ancient oak tree emerged befor

Alistair found himself disoriented as he stumbled through the portal that whisked him away from the battle and was drooped in an unforeseen environment. He reminded bring transported via the portal, with Lucian taking another portal, and Aurora and Ethan taking another portal too. The rush of energy had faded, leaving him in a dimly lit cell. As his eyes adjusted to the new surroundings, he noticed the presence of four others who were cellmates, their faces etched with weariness and a touch of despair. Alistair cautiously approached them, his senses sharpened by centuries of survival.The first to speak was a burly man with scars and a stern gaze. "Welcome to the realm of the lost, my friend," he said, his voice low and gruff. "I am Leando, and these are your fellow cellmates." Leandro introduced the others—a sleek and nimble woman named Selene, a weathered old warrior called Roderick, and a young and curious soul named Nanar.Alistair's mind reeled from the unexpected twist of his

As Alistair was roughly thrown into his cramped cell, his body aching from the brutal fight he had just endured. He had strained himself, fighting as a man and using his inner strength.It had been a long time since he fought with his vampiric strength concealed and his humane strength in use. Thus, he felt weak from within and he knew he needed to feed his nature with blood to feel good again. The guards' words lingered in his ears, echoing through the dimly lit room. "You fight better than the prisoners we've had in the past. You will be taken to the cage often as from now, you'll fight more."His comrades huddled around him, their eyes wide with disbelief at his return. Leandro, always the curious one, broke the silence first. "We heard you were going to fight in the cage against the giant. How did you survive?"Alistair hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning each face before finally whispering, "It was just luck, nothing more."Roderick, his rugged features carved with sceptic