Blood War: The Awakening Book 1

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find the key. The key that will unlock the truth about immortality and its hidden demons, the truth about the dangers of a dark alley, the impenetrable mist that foams in the darkness, the silver bullet, or a stake through the heart. If you know the things I know, you would become afraid for your remain

Gazing at him, I couldn't find thewords, I didn't know what to say... The reason why can't I remember my name, or any about my life, my family, my friends, where I live. I couldn't remember anything at all. What else can't I remember, how to tie a shoelace? No, I know how to do that, I just don't remember who taught me. It's like hit the reset button on my life and it started when woke in a casket, "I don't remember anything... I can't remember, I-" "It's ok... It's ok," He rose to his feet, "Maybe it's because you were locked in a casket... Lack of oxygen can cause short term memory loss, and who knows long how you have been in there," Looking around, I noticed something, and it has become another swirling question., How long have I been in there? The dirt Maurice had dug up, had strands of grass, will root growing deep in the chunks of dirt that laid around, Why did it have grass if I was b

Groaning, I opened my eyes, slowly, forcing them shut when I saw bright lights. Did I die and go to heaven?  No, not when my intriguing journey of life was just about to begin. Pulling myself upright, I looked around, I was in the middle of a bunk bed trying to figure out where I was. It was in a moldy, it had a few cupboards to the corner. A concrete table in the middle that has monitors, radios, and a whole lot of junk stacked on top of it, and a few buckets laying around on top of what seem to be newspapers. The water stains on the raw, cracked walls were both from last night showers, and previous rains, and that's when I remembered, No, not my life before this but last night... About me versus W.I.K.D. Somehow I survive the gunshots and the fall, even though I could still hear my bones shattering into million pieces like broken glass when my back hit the pavement. It must be them, they are the ones who saved me, but why? Staring down at my bod

Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched them from across the room as they tried to crack the code to Binns laptop. The inside man... I mean— the inside woman and I tied him up and gagged him, which bought us enough time to make it out of the city and back to the bunker. Al on the other hand wasn't too please about it, about her revealing herself to her superior as the mold in the department. I don't know what he thought would happen, he did send her to help me get out of a situation I don't think I could have gotten out of my self,  but what made him truly upset is that he no longer had eyes or ears in the city and this made him paranoid, as he should... "They will be looking all over for you Amber," he spoke lowly, "Well let them. I am done hiding who I am, pretending to be one of them... So let it go," she hissed back, Throughout our journey back, Amber and I spoke briefly, just like Al, she has refused to

"What did you do to him?" Amber flared up, listening to the steady heartbeat in Al's chest "Me?" I stared at her, in shock, how dare she blame me, "You were the one who took a healthy bite out of my arm because it was you who said, this— my blood could save him," "Yes, I did. That's before I knew I know he would be resurrected from the dead!" She threw her arm up in frustration, I didn't feel like shouting, honestly, I just wanted to know if Al was going to be ok, "What's happening to him?" I whispered, "I don't magic blood," she taunted, rolling her eyes, "He is doing fine until you popped out of nowhere, bringing your drama and baggage back into our lives. In fact... How did it happen? How did Al get shot? Huh?" I blinked a few times, knowing it my fault, and if I tell her this, she would shout at me more. But I have this feeling