Smoke and Mirrors Series

es snatched from them. The air which was once filled with the soft scent of wild flowers now reeked with the

called family, the people who either watched you grow or grew up with you. These people fought beside you and trained with you. Their bodies now litte

be the worst thing a person could

d drive a person to insanity, but i

r life be taken instead of their children's, but alas, even in chaos there is kindness. Their plea was granted with the cries of children as they watched life fade from their pare

that once this laugh fell upon your ears, your life would soon come to an end. This laughter was made by the maniacs that painted their silver daggers scarlet with the blood of my people. They dripped with so much blood that the daggers no longer

utiful woman who looked as if she were sleeping if not for the ruby necklace draped across her neck with small rubies falling

please w

mber. He paid no attention to the many who fell trying to protect him, surrounding him with their

child failed to sense the towerin

, his yellowed teeth glinting under the moonlight. He looked at his dagger, he smiled as it dripped rubies similar to the necklace that adorned the woman's neck.

rcy killing and he decided that perhaps he should not kill the boy right now. The thought of bringing him back and torturing him slowly just so he could hear those screams that fill

er, l

ded him as he was oblivious to the pair of dark eyes that followed his every movement. He cackled as he reached for the boy when a gleam of silver whizzed through the air and sliced through one of his outstretched hands like butter, his h

othing but the reincarnation of death herself walking through the sea of chaos towards him. He heard stories of her but never believ

hell. As she advanced towards him he could see the hard steel in her eyes. He could do nothing but watch as she cut down all who challenged her, fill

ng to hurt

own to the side like a ragdoll. The avenging angel glanced at the boy and the woman that laid in front of him and he watched as the fire in her eyes blazed like a furnace. He noticed

g...going to kil

h, which sounded like a peal of bells that onl

ond thought and not just any child, the child of our Alpha and most importantly, my neph

ack just at the curve of his spine, screaming in agony as a blade drew a path across his skin from the small of his back to the side of his head. Helplessness was a feeling that he wa

a wolf can no longe

around like a wild animal but could do nothing as the force she

ed me countless times over, I want you to feel how it is

gh the air signalling the second wave of death to befall her pack, a sm

ms that time is on your side

into the gravel the gurgling in his throat became more prominent as he began to choke on his own blood. With increasingly blurred vision he saw the s