Suddenly Alpha Aiden appeared in front of Lord Dimitri, shocking both Lord Dimitri and his Clan. Alpha Aiden smirked and that was when it dawned on Lord Dimitri. Alpha Aiden didn’t join the NightStalkers Clan, he did what he did to get information about their plan and even though he couldn’t tell the Black Fangs Clan, he’s pack will have information and use it on the NightStalkers Clan.
Lord Dimitri was so impressed and laughed out loudly, “you bloody motherfucker”.
“Did you really think I would betray you Dimitri?”, Alpha Aiden asked but didn’t wait for Lord Dimitri to answer, ” now there’s no time for that, the war is on. You ready?”.
“Damn right we are”, Lord Dimitri stated with so much enthusiasm as him, his Clan and Alpha Aiden Pack went for the NightStalkers Clan.
Draven was loosing it, he couldn’t believe that he fell for that stupid stupid plan of Alpha Aiden and Draven would never back down, that would be a sign of weakness so him and his Clan still fought but obviously they were loosing badly.
The battle between the Black Fangs Clan and the NightStalkers Clan raged on as the moon hung low in the sky. The sound of clashing steel and snarls of ferocious beasts echoed through the night. Blood spattered the ground as both vampire clans fought with an unmatched fury.
The Black Fangs Clan and their werewolf allies fought with a strategic precision that took the NightStalkers by surprise. They were outnumbered, but the Black Fangs and the werewolves moved as one, their attacks quick and deadly. The NightStalkers were fierce and relentless, but they could not withstand the sheer force of their enemies.
The battle was brutal and unforgiving. Vampires and werewolves clashed in a chaotic dance of death, fangs and claws tearing through flesh and bone. The sound of bones snapping filled the air, and the ground shook with the force of their attacks.
The NightStalkers Clan fought with all their might, refusing to surrender. They were fighting for their lives, and they would not go down without a fight. Blood stained their clothes and faces, but their eyes burned with a fierce determination to see the battle through to the end.
As the night wore on, it became clear that the Black Fangs Clan and the werewolves were gaining the upper hand. The NightStalkers were weakening, their movements becoming slower and less coordinated. But even as they fell, they continued to fight with a fierce determination, taking down as many of their enemies as possible.
Most of the werewolves had changed into their wolf ripping as much vampires as they could and with the added information gotten from Alpha Aiden, the werewolf pack was aware of how the NightStalkers Clan will want to attack and that as a great advantage. Alpha Aiden had also informed Lord Dimitri on somethings he learnt as they fought together at battle, making it easy for them to be with the upper hand.
Draven as a strong Vampire was still killing some vampires and werewolves but not without having injuries. He was going to finish off Alpha Aiden but that will be when he’s done with Lord Dimitri. He charged towards Lord Dimitri who didn’t see him coming but was told by Alpha Aiden, who saw Draven charge towards Dimitri.
Lord Dimitri nodded his head signalling to Alpha Aiden that he will take care of Draven and he should continue his fight with the others.
The leader of the Black Fangs Clan, Lord Dimitri and the NightStalkers Clan, Draven NightShade, stood face to face, their eyes locked in a deadly gaze. The Black Fangs leader was a towering figure, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He held himself with a regal bearing, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intelligence. The NightStalkers leader was shorter, but no less imposing. His eyes were cold and calculating, his movements fluid and deadly.
“Why don’t you just back down and end this waste of blood shed Draven, as you can see, you are loosing. You can save us the trouble”, Lord Dimitri stated calmly but Draven wasn’t having it.
“Why don’t you and your wimps, surrender to us and maybe we will think about letting you guys go”, Draven backfired, his ego getting the best of him.
“That’s your problem Draven, you feel too big and that’s exactly what will bring you down this night”, Lord Dimitri told him, still calm and unshaken.
“Why are we even having this pointless talk?”, Draven asked.
“That’s right, enough talking and more fighting”, Lord Dimitri said and without a word, Lord Dimitri charged forward, his speed and strength leaving Draven little time to react. The two vampires clashed with a brutal force, their fangs and claws tearing at each other in a frenzy of blood and violence.
Blows and kicks were exchanged as the leaders grappled, each one determined to gain the upper hand. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the forest as they slammed each other against trees and rocks. Lord Dimitri had had enough of Draven and landed a fierce kick to Draven’s chest, sending him flying back several feet. But the Draven quickly recovered, using his agility to dodge a flurry of blows from his opponent. On the other hand, the NightStalkers fighters were loosing very much, they didn’t stand a chance at this point and even at that, Draven didn’t surrender.
As the fight wore on, Lord Dimitri began to gain the upper hand. He landed several hard blows to Draven’s face, causing blood to flow freely from his nose and mouth. But Draven was not one to give up easily obviously, he refused to give up. With a quick feint, he dodged a powerful blow from Lord Dimitri and landed a devastating punch to his opponent’s stomach. Lord Dimitri receiving the punch staggered back, gasping for breath, but he quickly recovered and launched himself at Draven with renewed fury.
The battle continued for what seemed like hours, the two leaders locked in a deadly dance of blood and violence. Finally, with one last swift move, Lord Dimitri, slammed Draven into a tree, causing Draven too be very weak, injuries all over his body more than Lord Dimitri’s. Lord Dimitri was about to kill him when he stopped, he decided to not kill him, he was deeply disappointed at all this fighting for nothing.
Lord Dimitri stood straight and turned to face his people and signalled to them that the war was over because he had defeated Draven and as they chanted and howled in victory, Lord Dimitri made a mistake by turning his back on his enemy.
Because Draven had stood up and….