Taming Flesh & Blood

[NIRVANAGIRL]

I know to some of you, this may seem long. Read it, and give it a chance, and I can almost promise you'll enjoy it.

TAMING FLESH & BLOOD
Chapter 1 - Page 1
Chapter 2 - Page 1
Chapter 3 - Page 1
Chapter 4 - Page 2
Chapter 5 - Page 2


Chapter 1

Hundreds upon hundreds of lycans, or werewolves as they were also crudely named, gathered in the stone chamber to watch the foretold, to watch what they had been waiting for. A man was chained to the floor, his violent screaming pleads unanswered as all those who watched took their seats, their eyes wide with expectant faces. Across from the chained man, was a beautiful woman, also chained to the cold stone floor. Her breath came quickly and she was obviously extremely frightened. The young girl looked to be around the age of 20, her brown hair falling around her face and her dirty white dress ripped in several places as she continued to pull on the restraints that held her. The man bore a muscular body, sweat running down his brow and accumulating in his short blonde hair. He wore neither shirt nor shoes, the only thing concealing his naked form a torn pair of jeans.

“Jake… what shall become of us?” The woman asked through tears. The man too started to cry, and answered slowly and firmly. “Arian… I… I don’t know.” Jake and Arian’s sorrow and fear was in view for all to see – a few lycan men in the audience even began to laugh at the words they exchanged, for they knew exactly what would become of them both. They all waited impatiently for the ceremony to begin – and at last, Gradien, their leader, entered through the doorway of stone and walked calmly onto the floor on which the two humans were chained. Cheers echoed through the large room, but with a wave of Gradien’s hand, all noise ceased. He stood in silence, his eyes closed, enjoying the power of one simple move. Yet, then a whimper ended his silent reign – coming from Arian, who could no longer hold back the fear she felt pulsing through her.

Gradien opened his eyes, and bared his teeth, slowly turning his head to face the girl. The firelight that lit the room flickered, and a shadow of Gradien striking Arian was projected upon the wall. A cut upon her cheek gently leaked blood down the side of her face, her chin, and then dripped onto the floor as she continued to sob even more so. “No one disobeys my orders you filth.” Gradien spoke through his teeth, the maliciousness of his voice sticking to every word. Now he looked up at the seats filled with his lycan followers, all their faces solemn and ready. “This is the night we’ve all been long awaiting.” He began. “As you all know, the prophecy of our kind has long foretold the creation of a werewolf so powerful, and so destructive, that it would be forever immortal, and would end the reign of the vampire kind. Tonight, that werewolf shall be created before your very eyes. The perfect human male, with agility matched by no other, and the mind set to kill and hate, is in this room.”

Gradien gestured over to Jake, an evil smile playing across his lips. Then, with an even courser gesture, Gradien walked over to where Arian now lay on the floor, the blood still leaking from her face, and kissed her roughly as Jake screamed with protest. As he drew away with lustful eyes, he merely said, “That shall be the last comforting touch you will feel before your death. And now, let us begin.” All watched him as he strode once more over to Jake, his black shoes making an awful stomping sound with each step. He ran his fingers through his long course black hair, and let his black cloak fall around him as he leaned down.

Jake stumbled backwards in a futile attempt to get away, but Gradien got a hold on his head all the same, bringing it ever closer to his open mouth. He bit deeply into Jake’s neck, the blood running into his mouth, down Jake’s body, and onto the stone floor as Jake screamed with pain and horror. Gradien drew back smiling with pointed teeth as he watched the man before him scream and writhe on the floor. As he stepped from the small arena, he yelled in a proud tone, “A LYCAN TO END ALL WARS – A WEREWOLF TO CHANGE AT MERE WILL!” He took a seat with his fellow werewolves, and watched Jake change and scream.

Arian started bawling more than ever before, pulling uselessly on the strong chains that held her to the floor, screaming Jake’s name and wishing more than anything to be away from the hell she was now enclosed in. Jake’s bones cracked and changed into a more animal form, fur growing upon his skin, and his teeth elongating to deadly points. He broke the chains with one swift yank upwards, and howled as the people around him cheered. Jake then stepped slowly and deliberately closer to Arian – no love visible in his now yellow eyes. Everyone in the audience laughed as he tore his love to pieces, regardless of her screams and pleads – Jake knew nothing except blood and hunger in his lycan form, and rejoiced in the act of tearing her flesh. However regretful he would be the following morning, a score was his to settle – with those he was told to settle it with.

[digitalree]

Yay! You went with the were wolf story =D
10/10 It rocks and I want more >=D

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Even though Digital seems to be the only one reading, I'll go ahead and post the second chapter.

Chapter 2

The wet cobblestones of the small town were slick as Gelt walked slowly down the dark alleyway. His dark brown hair fell around his pale skin and green eyes, making it almost impossible to tell his vampire nature. A dark cloak covered him, and his strides were long and quick. Gelt’s job was simple; he was a messenger. He was called upon at times to send various messages to different covens of vampires, and to send word of deaths won or lost. For the last century things had changed so drastically that the monsters of the underworld hardly knew their place anymore – a strong lycan, by the name of Darius had taken a devastating toll on the vampire kind in the last hundred years. Killing silently, killing quickly, disposing of valuable elders that all covens looked up to for leadership – and no one could ever seem to get a hold on him, to even scratch him.

Gelt had seen the aftermath of Darius’s bidding, and so far had managed to avoid it. Today, however, a knot formed in his gut – today he was delivering possibly the most important message ever relayed between covens, and the fear of interception was making the small hairs on the back of his pale white neck stand erect. I’m almost there – there’s no way for Darius to even know about my message delivery. Yet Gelt knew, as all the rest of his kind knew, that a traitor was in their midst, giving the lycans all the information they needed to making their kills all the more simple.

His steps quickened, and before he knew it, he was running – rain started to pour down the city streets, making his presence even more known as he ran through puddles and gutters. Only half a mile and I’m there… only half a mile… Gelt turned down a tight alleyway, taking a short cut only he knew. He knew the city of Trabolt better than any other – he’d walked its sidewalks of stone many a time. A deep laugh could be heard echoing through the various buildings over the sound of the harsh winds and rain – Gelt stopped and turned, knowing exactly what he would see even before the laugh ended.

Darius stood in the middle of the alley, raindrops running down his face and glistening off his smiling lips. “Hello Gelt…” The pale messenger started running for his life, a life that should’ve been immortal but was fragile in the paws of a werewolf. Gelt heard the faint cracking and popping of reforming bones behind him, and begged his legs to somehow take him to his destination faster. But it was to no avail – even before Gelt had time to take the turn across to a neighboring alleyway, Darius was in front of him, his canine like teeth bared and deep growls emitting from his throat. In one swift movement, Gelt was pinned against the wall with a foul smell of flesh-tainted breath tickling his neck. “Tell me what you’ve been sent for.”

The messenger was silent, and Darius’s impatience grew. He reached down with a clawed hand while the other held Gelt tight against the stone structure, and quickly but painfully let Gelt’s leg crunch beneath his clenched fist. “I shall repeat myself once more.” He said, as he took his hand from the vampire’s leg, placing it now on the flesh of his neck. “Tell me what you’ve been sent for.” Gelt started stammering, unable to talk as fear radiated within him. “I… I… I d-don’t know what y-you’re talking about…” Darius snarled in anger, and screamed as he tore his nails through Gelt’s face. “TELL ME WHAT YOU’VE BEEN SENT FOR YOU WORTHLESS BLOODSUCKER!”

The vampire yowled, and screamed what Darius had been searching for. “I WAS SENT TO TELL OUR KING OF YOUR WEREABOUTS – I WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL HIM YOUR WEAKNESS SO HE COULD DISPOSE OF YOU!” The young lycan smiled and said soundly in a harmonic sort of voice, “Thank you. But I regret to inform you that your services are no longer needed.” With one bite, he ripped the neck of the messenger out and let the black blood run freely onto the street, down his body, and into the puddles of water beneath him, giving them a muddy tint.

Darius let the corpse of the vampire fall to the ground, and he walked away as the hissing of drying flesh came from the alleyway. In a few minutes, all that would be left of the messenger by the name of Gelt would be mere bones – if that. The lycan changed back into his human form, and stumbled into the nearest bar, exchanging dirty looks with the many drunks who spent all their time and money in such a place. He ordered one shot of whiskey, and as the burning sensation crawled through his throat, Darius reminded himself of the reason he loved the killing of vampires – Arian. Gradien had told him after his first full moon, his first changing, of how the vampires had killed his true love; drank her dry and burned her cold body. He would never forget the stories that gave him chills, the tales he had been told of her screams, and the vengeance he had swore to wreck upon the entire vampire race. It had been one hundred years ago, but the pain still coursed through him as he took yet another shot of whiskey – memories that would never be forgotten. I’ll kill you all – you’ll pay for the pain you’ve caused me.

[digitalree]

Yay! =D
I still need more.This story is awesome.

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Well, I'm glad YOU'RE enjoying it. ;P You're the only one who isn't too lazy to read it.

[Emma23456718]

That was great Nirvana Girl love those books! or Stories!

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Thanks. Should I post another chapter or... no?

[Emma23456718]

DUHHHH you obviously should!!!!

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Alrighty then. :]


Chapter 3

Gradien paced the floor, mumbling to himself as he waited for Darius to return. He laughed quietly as he remembered how delusional Darius had been after he’d awaken from his first change – he’d even forgotten his own name, Jake. It had been almost too easy to convince the young lycan that the vampires had killed his stupid girlfriend – so easy, that the strong werewolf had immediately wanted revenge for her death. And because of his strong abilities, he had taken revenge that very night, killing the newly born vampire princess who had been the fruit of King Lankien, the ruler of all covens of the vampire kind. Darius had the power of no other lycan in known history; he could change at mere will, without the help of the moonlight. While Gradien and the rest of his followers were just as equally strong in their human form, they could not grow their teeth or claws before the full moon, making Darius the strongest and most deadly of them all.

The chamber door’s opened, and Gradien spun around to find Revet, their lycan scientist standing in his doorway. “Sir…” He began. “I apologize for disturbing you, but the blood test results have returned negative.” Gradien cursed, tightening his fingers around his long black hair as he looked up at Revet with angered eyes. For years now, he’d been trying to find a way to combine Darius’s blood with his own, so that he would gain his powers and become equally if not more powerful – but all tests had failed, and Gradien was left ruling over a monster that he himself had created, a monster that could easily overthrow him if he got the mind to. Luckily, Darius was happy to serve under the lycan overlord; but Gradien knew that if he ever found out the truth of Arian that would all change.

“Just… keep… trying…” Gradien started to pace the floor again as he closed his eyes and tried to remain calm, speaking to Revet through clenched teeth. The scientist nodded humbly and quickly left the room again, off to try some more tests and perhaps drink a bit to calm his weary nerves. It wasn’t but a minute more until the chamber doors opened once again, and Gradien, who was at this point a nervous wreck, whipped around violently. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He then saw that it was Darius, breathing evenly with an amused sort of smirk at his leader’s outburst. “Was I interrupting something?”

Gradien sighed, and put his hand to his forehead as he leaned over slightly. “Come in, tell me what you’ve done.” Darius strode over to him and sat in a maroon armchair opposite a lit fireplace, the same smirk still printed across his expression. “I found the messenger, and killed him before he got to his destination. Apparently, he was off to see King Lankien and tell him where I was and a weakness that he’d come up with to kill me.” The lycan laughed slightly. “As if that little twit, or any other wormy vampire could possibly find a weakness in me.” Gradien’s head shot up, and his eyes grew wide.

“Did you find out what weakness they’d come up with?” Darius shook his head. “No, I didn’t even bother to ask. It would’ve been a bunch of nonsense anyway. Well, I’m off to hunt.” He stood up, and unbuttoned his black shirt on the spot, throwing it casually over in Gradien’s direction; something no other werewolf would dare get away with. But seeing as Darius was quite a bit stronger than his leader, he got away with many disrespectful things and gestures. “Don’t mind if I just leave my clothes here do you? I don’t think I fancy going all the way down to my sleeping chambers to undress.”

Without waiting for answer, the werewolf stepped over to the window, and opened it gently as he slipped off his shoes, socks, and then jeans. “Want me to bring you back something my lord?” Gradien’s face stole a look of disgust and jealousy as he shook his head. “I’ll have my cooks fix me up something, thank you. I don’t like raw meat until the full moon.” Darius laughed. “Yes, I suppose some of us aren’t lucky enough to change at will.” He jumped from the window, down to the ground several floors below before Gradien’s anger could spark further. As Darius ran through the forest trees, scouting out deer and rabbits in his wolf form, he gave a throaty chuckle as he heard Gradien’s scream echo from his sleeping chambers.

[Emma23456718]

that chapter waas AWESHUME!!!!!! Do you have more?

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Nope, I'm afraid that's all I have written at the moment. I might write another chapter later though.

[Black Hawk]

Keep writing this, or I'll eat your children. This time 4srs.

[digitalree]

This story pwns :]
the way you use the awesome,wonder creature the were wolf =D

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Chapter 4

The black leather boots under Rosalie’s steps shifted evenly with each passing stride, commenting the dark jeans and leather jacket that shrouded her pale yet sleek figure. Concealed underneath her jacket were two hand guns, specially designed from scratch by King Lankien’s military. Inside, the guns held magazines containing 15 silver bullets each, and several spares were tucked away behind her belt. Rosalie was a warrior, and contrary to what eyes might perceive from her feminine appearance, she was the deadliest killer the King had.

She bided her time, walking smoothly and elegantly to her target as lustful eyes watched her from their vantage points, the rain drenching her black hair. Her nose detected the smell of a decayed vampire corpse – something humans wouldn’t be able to sense if it was right under their nose. Rosalie took a right turn down a darkened alley and slowed her pace as her blue eyes adjusted to the change in light. As she came closer to the stench, she saw the remains of Gelt, a well-known messenger – and she knew exactly who, and what, had intercepted him.

The skeleton wore an emblem on a chain around its neck, the only visible thing that identified who the vampire had been. A silver circle with a curvy G within it was strung on the silver chain – Rosalie grasped the charm in her palm, and with one swift yank ripped it away from it’s previous owner. The King might want to see this. She stowed it away in a pocket and continued onward, only to be stopped short by the resounding familiar voice that made her heart grow cold. “Rosalie. What a surprise.”

Rosalie gently closed her eyes, and turned, feeling the way her jeans shifted beneath her as she did so. Her blue eyes opened to see a man standing a few yards behind her, his hair and clothes similarly drenched with the ever-pouring rain as he smiled with malice. “Gabriel, what do you want?” Gabriel came closer, water dripping from both his pointed teeth as he spoke. “You know exactly what I want. I’m sick and tired of this foolish game you’re playing – you can run from me, but whether you like it or not, you will be my bride.” Rosalie couldn’t help but smile slightly. “We’ll see about that.”

She turned back around and continued walking through the storm, still intent on getting to the King’s royal coven, but was interrupted once more. Gabriel stood in her path, his teeth bared. He gripped her wrist with his pale hand, and his tone of voice was no longer the slightest bit inviting. “You’re not going anywhere until you recite the bonding oath with me Rosalie – I refuse to keep chasing you around like a stupid puppy. Now SAY IT!”

Rosalie kicked out and struck his groin, causing him to loose his footing and grasp on her wrist, and with one slick movement, drew a gun from her right side, pointing it directly at Gabriel’s forehead as he fell to the ground in pain. “I’ll say nothing of the sort Gabriel. Has it ever occurred to you that I’m not playing a game? That perhaps I’ll kill you before I decide to bond with you?” Without waiting for an answer, Rosalie began walking yet again, placing her handgun back under her belt as she mumbled something inaudible. She smiled as the image of Gabriel’s face wrought with pain played over and over inside her mind satisfyingly, and it entertained her until she finally made it to the royal coven’s mansion gates.

The black gates were spiked at the top, giving them an uninviting appearance. Rosalie walked over to where the metal gates met a stonewall and pressed a small red button, waiting as guards looked her over from inside the mansion. With a slow eerie creak, the entrance was opened and she walked freely on the gravel pathway until she came to a set of intricately carved wooden double doors, where a timid servant boy greeted her with a deep bow. She nodded slightly and walked the rest of the way inside, the rain still drumming against the cold roofing as if foreseeing the chill to come.

[Black Hawk]

Tis gude. You're obviously going somewhere with this (I hope). :]

[NIRVANAGIRL]

Chapter 5

Gabriel held himself upright, cursing and stumbling through the storm as his anger towards Rosalie grew. How dare her… she should be honored to even have me offer such a thing… He continued walking until he made it to the Trabolt clock tower as it started to chime, water dripping, running, and falling everywhere around him from what seemed to be every direction. Where the hell is Gradien? The vampire waited impatiently until the chiming from the tower above him ceased, and then, as if on cue, Gradien stepped around the corner, a guard of his on either side of him.

“About bloody time you got here.” Gradien smirked slightly. “Oh yes, because you’ve been waiting oh SO long have you? Come on, let’s get to a more favorable environment.” Gabriel opened his mouth to retort something of a rude nature when the bulky guards gave him a look that suggested he would be better off to keep his mouth shut – he took their silent advice and followed the three lycans, shivering slightly, until they were warm and dry inside a dingy, and possibly near bankrupt, bed and breakfast. This is the way it always was –
Gradien had someone rent a room somewhere for the night, only so they could have their privacy for an hour or so without having to trespass within the coven’s or pack’s territory. Besides, it was better to keep everyone as ignorant as possible – bringing the enemy of one’s species welcome into one’s home was rather conspicuous.

Once inside their room with the door locked, the question and answer session began. “What have you found out?” Gradien started to pace the wooden floor impatiently while he waited for an answer – pacing was an old habit of his that he’d never been able to get rid of. He did it almost constantly. Gabriel on the other hand, took a seat on the nearest chair and folded his hands behind his head. “Absolutely nothing. There’s no way for you to become more powerful than Darius – no amount of science can help you accomplish that. You’re not the prophetic heir to the lycan throne; therefore you will never have the strength or agility of one. You should know this by now – you’ve tried everything, and even with the help of King Lankien’s best scientists and doctors, neither species has found a way to change you.”

This, quite obviously, wasn’t the response that the lycan ruler had wanted to hear. “Be that as it may, Gabriel, you know what I’ve done, and am doing, for you. You want King Lankien’s power just as badly as I want Darius’s – and until I get MY half of the deal, you’d better keep in mind that your half won’t be within reach either. Ha, and Rosalie, what about her? You think you’ll get her while my will is still left undone?” Gabriel’s face turned grim as he now placed his hands on the edge of his chair, gripping it slightly. “I’ve been giving you information all this time – information that helped you, and Darius, to kill those you wanted dead and in my opinion, the least you could do is give me part of my reward.”

Gradien chuckled slightly. “Yes, I suppose that sounds a bit more fair. But, then again, life isn’t fair now is it?” His expression hardened as he looked into Gabriel’s eyes. “Until I can change freely without the assistance of the full moon, you’ll get nothing. Not only will you get nothing until then, but you’ll also lose all hope of getting Rosalie in your grasp if you cease to relay information to me when I ask for it. Are we understood?” Once more, Gabriel opened his mouth only to be silently warned by the glare of the guards – they popped a couple of knuckles, and the vampire nodded with a look of extreme distaste. Gradien smiled sweetly, his yellow eyes seeming to pierce the very core of the soul they looked through like the stained glass windows of a church. “Good.”

[Hawkstar]

This story is wonderful! I love your writing style. You should go into professional writing. I am working on a werewolf story myself, and I will post it soon. Keep an eye out for it. It is called "Wereclaws #1: Moonlight".