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Genesis Moretti and Caspian Graves are born to rule; descendants of two rival crime syndicates bound by blood, honor, and a wedding pact to unite their empires. But on their betrothal party as children, a gruesome, premeditated massacre kills their mothers and decimates their families. Abandoned and hidden, Genesis is left at a convent and Caspian is exiled to Britain, both raised in the shadows of violence and lies. Seventeen years later, they're reunited to uphold their pledged union. But the past is far from dead. When old enemies reemerge and secrets dug up come spilling out, such as forbidden love, lost heirs, and a bond that turns their love into a trap, Genesis and Caspian must coexist in a world of obsession, brutality, and games of power that will consume them both. His Mafia Rose is a dark romance thriller book on legacy, revenge, and the dangerous line between love and devastation.

Sierra Bennett's world shattered when she returned home from a competition to find her family brutally murdered. Things got worse when she was accused of the crime. The police were sure she was guilty, and the oncesupportive public now viewed her with suspicion. Sierra vowed to find the real killer and get justice for her loved ones. As she dug deeper, she uncovered dark secrets linking the murderer to the underworld. Her search grew even more dangerous when a mysterious hooded figure began attacking her, keeping her constantly on edge. Will Sierra discover the truth? Can she confront those responsible and get justice for her family? And, amidst all the danger, will she find love? The answers lie hidden where danger lurks and the past holds the key.

This very book consists of original poetries that are very personal to me. This is my first book of poetry, that is raw and dug deep within me. The scars and wounds were fresh from the battlefield. It took a toll on my mental health. But I am a strong survivor, who is ready to share my story with the world.

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

When the gods fell, no one mourned them. Except him — the boy who buried their bones. In a world scorched by divine collapse, where ash chokes the sky and memory is forbidden, a nameless gravekeeper wanders from ruin to ruin, digging graves for forgotten deities. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t believe in fate. He just digs… because someone has to. But when he lays a girl to rest beneath the broken heavens, something awakens. A fire. A voice. A curse. And the gods — long dead — begin to whisper again. Hunted by zealots, haunted by visions, and carrying a spark of a power that once ruled the stars, the boy must choose: Live quietly among the ashes… Or rise — and challenge the gods who abandoned their creation. What if the last hope of the world wasn’t a hero… but a gravekeeper? And what if the graves he dug weren’t endings… but gates?

The sun rose slowly over the ancient rooftops of the capital, casting its light not as a blessing but as a cold witness to disgrace. Along a narrow stone-paved street, a figure staggered forward, one step at a time, as if death clung to his back and urged him onward. His body was draped in rusted iron chains—a thick loop dug into the skin of his neck, others bound tightly around his wrists and ankles. Each movement sent the chains clanking, scraping against bone and flesh alike. His limbs trembled, not from fear, but from sheer exhaustion. He had long passed the point where pain mattered. His bare feet dragged over the rough stone. From the soles and up to the shins, blood seeped with every step, marking a crimson trail behind him. Torn skin, half-healed wounds, and infected gashes told stories of endless torment. His legs were failing, muscles barely clinging to his bones. Hunger had stripped him of all weight, all pride—his body nothing more than a husk, a starved silhouette that looked more corpse than man. Behind him marched two imperial guards. Their armor gleamed under the morning sun, spears held upright but ready. One of them jabbed the butt end into his back, forcing him forward when he slowed. "Walk," the guard hissed.

Lu Qian wakes up in the body of a notorious playboy — the second son of the powerful Lu family, a man everyone in the Great Xia Empire knows to either fear or loathe. But something’s off. A familiar scene unfolds: a drunk, unconscious beauty — Liu Ruyue — lies alone, helpless on a deserted street. She's the cold, untouchable school idol and daughter of the prestigious Liu family. And her ever-present protector — the so-called protagonist blessed by fate — is nowhere in sight. Just as Lu Qian pieces things together, a cold mechanical voice echoes in his mind: [Villain Simulator Activated] Simulate the rise and fall of a true villain. Use villain points. Rewrite fate. Rule the game. Three chances. One life. No rules. As the simulation begins, Lu Qian must walk the tightrope between power and annihilation in a world where martial prowess determines everything — where saints can level cities, and the wrong move gets your bones dug out and your soul erased. He doesn’t care for heroism. He won’t beg for mercy. If fate made him a stepping stone, he’ll flip the script. If the so-called “chosen ones” want to play heroes — he’ll show them what a real villain looks like.

Damien’s hands were rough on my hip, his hot breath against my ear, a small growl escaped those perfect lips. “Ride me,” he commands. Like an addictive drug, my body trembled but obeyed, sliding down slowly inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside me, stretching my core. My fingers dug into his thighs, my lips parting with a choked moan. “Ahh—hmm…” A choked-out moan escaped. From the doorway, Luca watched, his eyes dark and hungry. Somehow his presence ignited something darker within me. My heart pounded hard and my skin flushed. I gasped, panting, as I sank lower onto Damien, swallowing every inch. But it wasn’t enough. I leaned back against Damien’s chest, my voice a trembling whisper: “I want both of you.” Luca stepped forward, answering the call. The world blurred around me, the heat crashing into a frenzy. My fingers tangled in Luca’s hair, pulling him closer—even as I continued to ride Damien beneath me. This was what my body craved. A dangerous dance of control, surrender, and forbidden desire.

"They tore the throne from me. Betrayed by my own. Forgotten by the gods. But in the fall, I found a truth more terrifying than the heavens themselves: gods bleed… and I have come to make them all bleed." Valhalla is now nothing but a crumbling ruin. Once a kingdom of the chosen and the immortal, it has become a battlefield where fallen gods slaughter each other for corrupted power. Banished and broken, Eirun, former Crowned Lord of the North, wanders the ashes of his lost throne. Guided by a forgotten voice, haunted by echoes of his former glory, he swears to bring down every deity, to slay the demigods, and to devour their essence. Each victory draws him closer to absolute power. But at what cost? In a world where even the stars seem dead, Eirun must rekindle the flame of his soul… or be consumed by the abyss he dug himself.

BLURB: After finding out his mate is a rogue, Alpha Asher Black shatters her heart by rejecting her. To strike back, Nadia Simpson did something extremely crazy, an abomination in the pack –She goes after her mate's elder brother. Not just any brother but the rightful alpha of the pack who got banished for an unknown reason years back. It was supposed to be a sweet harmless revenge to make her mate jealous but things get out of control when the reason for Max Black banishment is revealed to be bigger than anyone can swallow. Would she survive the hole she willingly dug for herself or would the hole be too big to crawl out of?

[Duan Zhao Year 4, June 25]: SOS! I was thrown into the "past life" with my best friend, and I accidentally KILL her at the start! What should I do?! Waiting online, urgent! [Duan Zhao Year 4, September 1]: Oh! It's okay now! I found my best friend, she didn't die! She turned into a man! Oh ho! And she's a prince! [Duan Zhao Year 7, November 6]: (Posted using borrowed account): I... I... What should I do... An'an... An'an... My heart is breaking...(Deleted) [Duan Zhao Year 8, February 5]: My best friend said... she wants to marry me...(The old year's lingering cold hasn't gone, the cold branches still hold the frost) [Duan Zhao Year 9, August 1]: My best friend raised a ring inlaid with agate, asking me to marry her... It hurts... Oh damn, I've fallen into the pit I dug for myself, The Manipulative script... Years later, when he found out that she had been betrayed by the man she deeply loved, without saying a word, he raised his dagger and was about to stab it into his lower body. She slapped it away, shouting: "What are you doing?" "I'm castrating myself. This way, you won't be afraid of me, the man I've become." [Serious Note]: There are four main characters, each appearing in separate chapters, far apart from each other. The relationships between the characters include friends, lovers, spouses, mother-daughter, father-daughter, but all are non-typical relationships that cannot be simply defined by these terms. In short, it is a story of intertwined fates across time and space, a tangled mess that no one can sort out. 1.As for whether it’s a bad ending or Happy ending, it’s also non-typical, and open to interpretation. 2.The best friend is an important character, but not a main one, and will appear in later chapters. 3.Characters are not purely good or bad, they are just different due to their perspectives. 4.The story is complete, although still undergoing adjustments, but all side plots and foreshadowing will be tied up.

"dig up a grave , its history will resurface and if my history is dug up then only graves will resurface " - divine bane zed A boy too smart for his age , chosen by the ruin as the dawn of the prophecy . destined to fight for eternity but never remembered . carrying the death of million, he walks the path of solitude , no love , no glory, only the endless death and regression ahead. This is the story of a boy who as died million times and regressed back each time . story of a boy whose suffering can never be know or remembered . As he is the divine bane and this is his fate .

Lin Qianshuang mistakenly read a cultivation harem novel and reached a certain point where she was left speechless and forced to suppress her urge to vomit. The male protagonist was a despicable character named Liang Jingxuan, who was a scoundrel even before transmigrating. After his transmigration, this despicable male lead counterattacked the tall, wealthy, and handsome villains. His "golden finger" allowed him to pick up countless girls, treating them as mere replacements and saying, "She's like my radiant moonlight." In the end, he gathered an assortment of beautiful women. The girls in the novel were all stunning in appearance, but as soon as they encountered the scoundrel, their IQs seemed to plummet, and they ended up relying on the male lead like fragile little birds, feigning cuteness and helplessness. ▼ The Immortal Sect's Sweet and Adorable Junior Sister - How can you be so blind! The scoundrel is your father's enemy, for heaven's sake. ▼ The Alluring and Gorgeous Saint of the Demon Palace - Wake up, please, wake up! The scoundrel sees you as a mere substitute for his "radiant moonlight"! ▼ The Icy, Arrogant, and Unrivaled Lord of Tianshu City - Leaving behind such a grand city, are you really going to become the scoundrel's pet canary? ▼ The Fiery and Seductive Emperor of the Nine-tailed Beasts - Have you lost your mind? It was the scoundrel who dug out your wet nurse's inner core. How could you save that scum! And you even kissed him!!! Kissed!!! …… (Your comments have been received. The Almighty God has heard your pleas.) (Congratulations to the protagonist for joining the "Harem Rescue Project." You can successfully depart from this world after completing the aforementioned rescue missions for each character. I will be translating 2 to 3 chapters a week, though the frequency may vary based on my schedule. Happy reading to all! WARNING: Sexual content in this novel, whoever does not want to abstain!!!!

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check out the enemies reincarnation. do not read,it needs revising.The twelve year old prince was just coronated as the king after his father's death.A rebellion took place and all the members of the royal family was killed but it was rumored that the king escaped. Teri,the 7 year old of the son of the great general was rumored of being a half ghost and interacts with ghost.He was called the weaver.He was the second weaver after centuries in his family bloodline.He was born dead and was buried in a box but his mother heard the baby cries from underneath the ground and dug the box out.with shock,the baby was still alive with red threads on his fingers.The rest that was with her ran away but she kept the child and the red threads choose him. Teri's father,the great general refused to serve the new king.He showed Teri a box which contained three objects that will find their owners just as the red threads found him.He gave it to his second daughter,Darlene who was 11 years old and told his wife to escape with the children to a faraway place.The great general was then killed after his family escaped.The constables looked for his family but couldn't find them. His wife found about his death days later.As a woman with no source of income and three children,she remarried. The happy days were little as Teri's step father hated that Teri could interacts with ghost so he gave him a poisoned pastry which made him blind.But still ,he hated him and wanted to kill him but his mother intervened and was killed. He heard his mother scream and his first sister's ghost,Selena,told him what have happened.With fury,Teri killed his stepfather and destroyed his mansion.He ran away with his sisters, Selena's ghost,Darlene and elley,his little sister who was 5 years old Years has passed,17 year old Teri still has the items in the box.The sword,for the king of the former dynasty,the red whip and the flexible spear. would he be able to find the owners of the items?

My name is Mo Li. I died once. They dug up my corpse and threw it into the Pit of Ten Thousand Corpses. They called it a deathtrap. But there, I opened my eyes. With corpse poison burning through my veins and my soul twisting in madness, I forged my first Dao Heart amidst screams of the dead. From now on, I don’t walk the path of the living. I walk the Dao of the Dead.

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Fyar was nothing more than a poor merchant struggling to survive from day to day. His world turned upside down when he was ruthlessly framed for the murder of the royal family. Branded as a criminal and hunted without mercy, he was forced to abandon his simple life and go on the run. Determined to clear his name, Fyar embarked on a perilous investigation alone. The deeper he dug, the more terrifying the truth became. He discovered that the accusations against him were merely the tip of the iceberg in a grand conspiracy—where high-ranking criminals, who should have been eradicated, were instead conspiring with the very kingdom that was supposed to protect its people. Caught between relentless pursuers and the looming threat of a criminal syndicate, Fyar must rely on all his wit and courage to survive and expose the corruption that has been rotting the kingdom from within.

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◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

Her breath came in short gasps, hot against my neck, and when I moved against her, she arched up with a sharp ‘Jake—’ that made my blood roar. The bed creaked under us, drowning in the storm outside, and her nails dug into my back, leaving marks I’d feel tomorrow.

"When your bride candidate is a godkiller, a cyberghost, and the paradox of time itself, the countdown to the wedding becomes the death knell for humanity." Archaeologist Alex Carter never imagined that a mysterious crystal he dug up in Turkey would be a betrothal gift from an ancient god. With the 72-hour countdown burned into his retina, three "brides" from parallel worlds force their way into his life: Lilith, the memory witch of Eternal Night City, the red-headed death who weaves traps with the fragments of other people's lives; Elena, the mechanical wanted criminal of Cyberyuan Ruins, a dark humorist whose brain has been replaced by 30% of the ancient god's tentacles; The paradoxical samurai Michiko of Sakura Knife country, the evil god suppressed by the family for generations is the object she must marry. In this twisted doomsday engagement, Alex discovers an even harsher truth: Each "bride" is a carefully nurtured switch for the end of the world by the ancient gods, and he is just a breathing chip in the gods' game plate.

" I will follow you to the end of world, till the end of time.. This is our eternal destiny... " ***** Liam Jin.. Genius of the century.. The uncrowned queen of the business world.. Unparalleled beauty.. Wealth , status , fame.. Just name it.. What did she ever lack.. NOTHING!!!! But.... It's said that no one is flawless.. Liam also had a fatal flaw .. She is emotionally unavailable. She losses her interest in every thing .. How much she wanted to escape from this pathetic and boring world . On one fateful day she got her wish.. She transmigrated into a magical world.. Liam looked at her unfamiliar face then at the pink and orange glow in her hands. She smirked.. ******** Was her transmigration to this world only a coincidence ..or was there a huge secret. what will happen when all the graves are dug up all no stone is left unturned . Will this secret give her a lifeline or be a reason for her dismiss. ******** A certain angel Prince was given a task to fullfill before ascending the throne but what will happen when he brings a cute, little two faced wife on his way back . The entire heavenly kingdom was dumbfounded as they saw their thousand year old glacier of a prince kissing , hugging and raising his wife high.. Well ,dog food is injurious to health..

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In the 677th year of the Aurorean Calendar, mankind had finally set its eyes on Pluto after colonizing the rest of the Solar System. Yet when a mining team from the Fennex Mining Group dug too deep and uncovered an unidentifiable black capsule, Humanity had unknowingly triggered a disaster beyond their imagination. Han Xuanyuan was the Holy Son of the Sky Sword Sect, the top power of a cultivation world. But after being betrayed by his fiance and almost killed by his enemies on the day of his wedding, he was transmigrated into the body of a crippled teenager on Earth. After falling from the summit of heaven into the deepest abyss, will he be able to crawl back on top? Can he keep his life whilst fighting for his humanity in this merciless pit of terror? Can he overcome all the tribulations to defy his fate? Join him on his path of defeating horrific monsters, crusading against demons, and uncovering the mysterious fog clouding the secrets of the universe!

He is the child of wisdom, wonder of the creation . Immortal War, something that caused the heaven to overturn and earth to be dug out, Cosmo to be destroyed and universe to fall down. And this man, born from the wisdom, was one of the initiator who became the reason for death of countless innocent lives. Black Heaven True Emperor, the sinner amongst all sinners, embodiment of sin and the man whom even evil and malice fears.

For the past three years, Ariana Ari Harlow has given her all to her husband. The two of them got married because her sister chose to run away on the night of the wedding, as she believed the rumours that the Nelson Corporation was bankrupt. Ari loved Noah since she was sixteen, she thought it was her dream come true. However, she did not know that her sister had dug a trap for her, and it was not the beginning of her new life, rather it was her new hell. She was forced to give up her training as a doctor because the respectful Mrs Nelson could not have her hands covered in blood. Ari agreed. For the sake of Noah, she became a perfect wife who took care of her in-laws and husband. However, what waited for her was nothing but insults, her husband was ashamed of her and her mother-in-law believed that her sister, Ariel was well-matched for her son. However, Ari persisted. She thought that she would warm the heart of her husband one day. But she caught him kissing her sister! Heartbroken, Ariana decided to divorce her husband, but she somehow found herself entangled with Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband. They were not meant to be together. But Nicolai doesn’t seem to care about the odds stacked against them. In fact, he was determined to break into Ari’s life and set everything on fire. In his drunken stupor, he once held her by her throat against the wall of a dingy pub, “You can deny it all you want princess, but you want me.” His eyes raked over her heaving chest and his eyes darkened, the red appearing unhinged, possessive as if he wanted to wrench her soul out of her body and embed it in his own. “Bet if I take a peek, you will be dripping wet for me.” Heat flared up Ariana's cheeks as she snarled, “Shut up.” “Make me,” said Nicolai as he smashed his lips on hers. His kisses burned into her soul, and his warmth seared her skin every time they touched. She thought that her biggest mistake was getting entangled with Nicolai. However, Ari soon realised the hard way, Literally, being wanted by such a beautiful nightmare was much worse than a mistake. And things turn complicated when her husband finds the truth about everything. “Shoot me in the heart, Ari,” said Noah as he brought the gun's nozzle where his heart lay. “Because a life without you is one that I don't want, so either kill me or come back. I beg of you.” Now that Nicolai had given her a choice, would Ari fall in love with him and jump into a life of nothing but danger? Or would she go back to her husband, Noah, whom she loved ever since she was sixteen? And would Ariana avoid the danger that lurks in the dark, waiting for her to make a mistake and lose everything dear to her? Would she find the key to all the secrets that tied her to Noah and Nicolai as well as her twisted fate? ******* Excerpt: “It's all about money, isn’t it? Take it and get lost,” He shouted while throwing the black card at Ariana’s face. Ariana couldn’t believe her ears when she heard her husband or her future ex-husband humiliate her like this. Three years. Ariana Harlow gave Noah Nelson, three years and yet when she caught him kissing her elder sister, Ariel—— this was what he said to her. “I am going to divorce you,” Ari declared and left. She left penniless but Ari stumbled into Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband, the Mafia prince of the Lonest City, a notorious bastard known for his violent tendencies. The ill-fated meeting placed her in Nicolai’s path, and just like that he set his eyes on her. The first time they met, Nicolai asked her to invite him to dinner. The second time, when they met, he handed her a million dollars. The third time when they met, he declared, “You will look good in my arms, what do you say princess?” ********

In the little village of Ashwood, 17-year-old Emilia has discovered that she is the chosen one, and she has to tame a very powerful beast that has been terrorizing the whole land. While she wandered in the dark course to fulfilling the ancient prophecy, Emilia dug deep into herself and into others, confronting her own doubts and fears and contending with dark forces waiting to destroy her and the village. The fate of Ashwood lies in the balance as it's time for Emilia to find her courage, strength, and destiny. Will she manage to tame the beast or will the forces of darkness win?

In this new Series based off of, “The Ritual - The Moon Queen Book 1” fall in love with the story of Nike. An exciting, steamy, story of love and blood shed, that will make you get lost in her world as she goes through life with the God of War. — “You’re mine now, Nike. Every part of you, belongs to me.” His large hand bracketed my throat and he pushed me harder against the wall. “Your lips, mine,” he pressed his mouth against mine. “Every inch of skin, mine,” he kissed me roughly again. “Every hair on that precious head of yours, is mine.” Now his kiss was softer, he moved our lips together slowly, and pushed his solid chest closer to me, as if it were possible. “Every moment your eyes roll back in pleasure, is mine. Do you understand, little wolf,” he was almost snarling, but it wasn’t mean. He was holding himself back, trailing kisses down my neck, to my already marked collar bone. Ares pulled my waist to his now, holding my leg around him. Every part of me wanted him, “yes, Ares.” He gave me a devilish smirk, his red eyes looking back and fourth at mine, “good.” My heart rate sped up, and I searched his eyes for any hint of his next move. He took a moment to push stray, strands of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder. The realization of what he was doing hit me, and my breaths started becoming short, and fast. He placed a few more gentle kisses over my shoulder. His hand cupped my face, holding my jaw and he moved my head to the right. Before I knew what was happening a searing hot pain raked through me. Like I had fallen into a pool of boiling water, my claws extended and dug into his chest and bicep. He groaned, but it sounded more pleasurable than pain.

The forest was quiet, and everything was still. The gentle northern wind sweeping through the trees and dried leaves brought nothing but a sense of foreboding and despair as Raphael crawled into his cave and huddled against the dirt stained walls. Stifling the moan of anguish that escaped his mouth, he pressed hard on the cut below his ribs. The blood stopped flowing briefly, as he dug some sticky clay from underneath the roots of the oak tree and applied it to his injury. It stopped the blood flow instantly. He was aware of the giant slash across his back, but he was too exhausted to attend to it. 'Later' he thought to himself, leaning back as he shut his eyes. He was lucky to have escaped with his life. "They will pay for this. I will get my revenge soon enough," he muttered to himself as the owl perched on the branch of the oak tree above hooted ominously. He had become his neighbour for the past few weeks, his hooting always reminding him that he may not be the only living thing in the forest. Other days, the silence was impregnable, the eerie quiet sending chills down his spine. As he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a dull thud on the dirt outside the cave, too faint for a normal person to hear. But Raphael was no ordinary person. Crouching behind the roots of the tree, he waited patiently as the sniffing began. He made a silent prayer, to no one in particular as he saw the red eyes right outside his cave. They locked eyes with each other, and the enormous wolf bared his canines at him, before howling into the night. All around the forest, several other howls answered, as the earth began to tremble under the numerous paws thundering above it. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself.