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Crimson Moon: Shadows Of The Past

Crimson Moon: Shadows Of The Past

Author: Rosemary Rose
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Chapter 1 In My Time Of Demise

Word Count: 2226    |    Released on: 16/02/2022

ld. Although it's a summer night, tonight the night air seemed to be unusually gloomy and cold. So

oubtedly imagine what had transpired not long ago. Corpses were scattered everywhere. Bloodied limbs and stumps were

e fabric pooled beneath him, dripping off of his body in slow increments could say he did not have much time left to live. His whole body was riddled with wounds; bloo

ing very hard not to lose it. It seems like he doesn't wish to

his face is pale due to the excessive loss of blood, his eyes are fierce. From the intent of killing

, he struggled to turn, to look up, to move, the realization that he was too weak, gnawed against his eyes, the

ardinal direction,they all paused and turned as a man with a glittering green eyes and a scar fr

rom all sides. They watch him with scorn-filled eyes for some time. After some t

the very definition of evil as he looked down at him. He is a man with a burly body and a tall s

used air about him, carefully crouching he scratched the sensitive part of his skin, the gesture caused hiv

ty, he says “Well, well, well. Look who's here?” he laughed as he snarked mockingly. A haughty tone carried as he continued, “Marcus Markie Muckerson”, he taunted as he looked down at him,“I must say th

ttle lover is dead because of you and now you are also dying. Do you think everything is worth it? Looking at your bravery, I always thought that you would be a good addition to our pack. You know…

hatred in his eyes; Listening to his words filled with false magnanimity anyone would mistake him for

d the savage look on this man’s face as slaughtered his family with his bare hands, he never hesi

for most in the world lay dead, Blake. He couldn’t even see where Blake was, what were these monsters doing to his beloved as they

will of his pain, he struggled to his feet and swaying, faced the cruel visage of a man who thought himself god-like, he barely stood when a str

s his consciousness slowly leaving his body. He knows that his time has come. At this moment a figure suddenly comes into his

less attempt to double in on him, and Mark collapsed helplessly, he whined helplessly as the darkness crept in, his vision blurred and the

ad no strength left, no resistance to put up any longer. He was tired and

e years and the love of man he’d met, swept into him, as his consciousness began to fade, the weariness kicked in and his strength

fai

***

grass. The darkened sky bursting with flashes of lightning, rumbling with deafening growls of thunder, a storm brewed, and on this turbulent night, a man rushed down a bare

into view. He was tall, burly but disfigured given the scar that ran from his left eye to his chin, marring half of his face in

led pathway leading him to a dark wooden door with an ornate gold door-knocker, rem

ch the bottom step of the spiral staircase leading to the second floor of the large manor. Hurriedly climbing the stairs, taking them two at a tim

und that reverberated from the wooden floorboards; the o

ce, twice and then a third time as his heart stopped racing in his sternum,

e voice commanded hi

rk office barely lit with a small desk-lamp, the occupant of the room, sat on a high-backed

ment filled the room and a cup of tea

do you bring?" the m

pack's ability", he promised as he raised the container, "I brought wh

inally! Finally", he cheered

ing visible was the evil grin

"I, Carlton Lewis, have been waiting for this moment for two de

he man licked his lips, his arrogance from earlier as he'd watched Mark d

sn't a kind person but even as cruel as

blood spurting out dribbled down his chin and splattered across his desk, even sliding down in droplets from

tearing into the heart, his teeth sinking into the organ as

Carlton's mouth the man sighed

e to do, and waited as the power of the

pen, and he choked, clawing at his throat he sent

his visage crumpling in pain before he threw his head back,

ind him howled out and he turned and ducked covering himself as the man burst into pieces. Alric fell backwards as he watched the entire room, covered in body parts, blood and tissue, he quivered in fear

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