Darkus Knight by Ashon Thadon (e reader books txt) 📖

really think so?” Vincent for the first time was worried.

“Yes, if he gets what he wants,” Ralf said looking down at Lucas’ dead body. “The elders are getting extra rest to prepare. They are expecting a war from him. For the first time in a long time, they are nervous. They never seen anything like him. He is almost like the Father.”

“How can this be?” Vincent was baffled.

“His movements, his aura, his very essence is like a great reflection of the Father,” Ralf said. “The Elders are going to the Gyps to consult. I have been reading old text to see if I can find an explanation but so far none to date. It is like he’s a different entity.”

“Tell me about my friend’s kin?” Vincent looked at the body one more time.

“Hybrid, not uncommon,” Ralf said, then took a breath. “But all of the unbreeds have turned out to be mutation or something even more hideous. This one…this one is different. He comes off with the scent of both, the aura of both and is not a mutation. Looks like either one of us but has all the senses the Unkind possesses. Your friend keep it a secret for as long as he could. We didn’t even know he wedded an Unkind, let alone had a child with her. He was able to drop off the radar for a while. Not even the Elders could sense him or his family. I figured he got a cast potion but it didn’t last long.”

“And when he popped up, everything came to light, so to speak,” Vincent said. “So this unbreed will be that powerful.”

“I don’t know,” Ralf shook his head again. “But he thinks so and that alone makes it a problem. In fact if Lucas did use a potion, I think it was his seedling that dissolved it. His aura is too strong. The Unkind can even feel it and all they want to do is kill it. They don’t want to comprehend what they feel. They just know it’s different and bad and that’s all they need to know to terminate.”

“So you think they will kill the boy?” Vincent looked around the room.

“If they had their way, they would try,” Ralf said putting a hand of Vincent’s shoulder. “But I don’t think they got a choice of doing it their way.”

“I want a meeting with the Alpha,” Vincent said.

“Can’t allow it,” Ralf said. “Out of the Elders’ hands too. They want it destroyed too. For the first time as well, the Elders and the Unkind want the same thing.”

Vincent knelt down towards his friend’s body. The essence of a dark dweller is the strongest at death. It filled the room. That’s how he was able to pick up the location so fast. He looked around the room and saw the two weapons.

“Might need those for the meeting,” Vincent said standing up and going to where the weapons were laying at.

“I don’t think that would be wise,” Ralf suggested. “He will know for sure and as much as I think that will be an epic battle, I don’t want to see it. At least not so close in the game.”

Vincent picked up both the weapons.

“I really don’t have a choice, do I?” Vincent said taking a quick look at the weaponry he was holding. “Manchester’s finest work.”

“So you also know why you can’t meet,” Ralf said filling in the gap.

“We got bigger fish to fry,” Vincent said twirling one of the firearm around his fingers. “Besides I can let that slide if they help get the person that is really responsible.”

“Ok, but’s your funeral,” Ralf said and turned around to walk out.

“Been to enough of those,” Vincent laughed.

 

 

“We are not his damn lackeys.”

The Alpha looked at his flock and understood their anger. They had let a night dweller control them and even worse order them around. The Elders of the fanged walkers had even keep a truce with the Alpha and his kind and now this new blood luster was pulling rank. His most trusted soldier of the pack was fed up and was confronting him about it as they sat around deep in their cave. His fellow pack members were all sitting around watching the war of words.

“I know we are not his lackey,” the Alpha barked back. “I know how you all feel. But you yourself has seen how dangerous he is. The Elders can’t even control him.”

“Well I think we should then,” the second in command growled.

“So do it.”

The whole herd turned around as Darkus walked casually in the cave. Darkus whistled as he walked past each wolf pack member that looked like they had nothing but murder in their eyes.

Darkus stopped in front of the Alpha and the second commander. He looked around and then brought his attention back to the two strongest warriors of the pack.

“I don’t see the offspring or the remains of your mutt,” Darkus said with a raised eyebrow. “I know y’all wouldn’t be in here resting until y’all made sure my orders are met. So am to assume they are here and they’re not in sight of the disgusting hell hole or that…”

The second in command took a step forward towards Darkus.

“Nathal,” the Alpha spoke his commander’s name. “Now is not the time.”

Nathal looked at the Alpha and spit at the Alpha’s feet.

“You are not fit to lead,” Nathal said then turned back to Darkus. “We are done with your orders. We will eventually find the corrupt child and kill it and as far as what we do with our own, that’s our business, not yours. Now I suggest you leave before I saw what a true beast I really can be.”

Darkus just looked at Nathal at first then smiled. He stepped back and spread his arms like he did earlier with Lucas.

“You are not ready for me,” Darkus grinned. “So I gave you one last chance to get off your hind legs and do what I say.”

Nathal took another step.

“Did you hear me? Your days of ordering are done!” Nathal warned. “Now leave before I become a real savage.”

Darkus clapped his hands together.

“Become a savage so you muskrats can get back to work,” Darkus said.

Nathal looked at the Alpha. The Alpha put his head down meaning he was out of the fight. The rest of the pack did the same gesture.

“Cowards!” Nathal bellowed at them.

“Just you, Scrappy Doo,” Darkus taunted. “Are you ready?”

Darkus tossed his suit towards a wolf member who caught it with his claw.

“Not a scratch on it or you’ll be next,” Darkus warned.

Darkus rolled up his sleeves as Nathal got into his fighting stance, on all four legs. Nathal growled heartedly as he prepared to fight. Nathal wanted to tear Darkus’ throat out.

“You ready to be my bitch?” Darkus laughed.

Nathal half ran than lunged at Darkus. With claws ahead of him, Nathal was aiming to scratch out Darkus’ eyes. Darkus caught both clawed hands by the wrist and with one swift moment ripped Nathal’s left arm from Nathal’s body and then used the other arm he held to toss Nathal towards his fellow mates.

Darkus held Nathal’s left arm like a trophy.

“Does anybody else have a problem with my orders?” Darkus asked the pack. The Alpha growled and the two pack members, that Darkus throw Nathal towards, helped Nathal up. Nathal howled in pain as he tried to hold the stub part where his left arm use to be with his other hand.

“I said find me the boy and kill the mongrel!” Darkus ordered looking at the whole pack. “Better yet. Don’t kill her yet either. I got plans for her now.”

All that could be heard was Nathal’s screams.

Darkus pointed Nathal’s left arm in Nathal’s direction.

“Shut that bitch up or I’m use his arm to spank of all of you,” Darkus cautioned.

One of the lycanthrope that was holding Nathal put his clawed paw across Nathal’s mouth.

“Now I’m only going to say this once for the rest of you bitches,” Darkus informed. “My name is Darkus and I get what I want. I do what I feel and I only ask for one thing, obedience. If you can’t abide by those rules, let me know now so I can start identifying y’all by loyal subjects and gimps.”

The Alpha walked up to Darkus.

“What do you want us to do?” the Alpha asked.

“That’s more like it,” Darkus smiled. “Start be finding a new commander, a smarter one.” Darkus tossed the Alpha Nathal’s left arm. “Then make that mascot eat his own arm before your new second in command kills him. Then I want y’all out salvaging the streets like y’all do best. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” the Alpha grunted.

“Good, get to work,” Darkus said turning to the Lycan that held his suit jacket.

Darkus took his suit and examined it looking for cuts. Darkus put the suit on and started whistling.

“Get back to work, mutts,” Darkus said stepping out of the wolf’s den.

 

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