Rise of the Rejected Luna - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: _The War Was Over.
 

Everything changed in an instant, my warriors were being overpowered. Some were bleeding and exhausted, some had lost their limbs, some had body filled with deep claw marks.

My eyes searched the clearing until it landed on Lycan Davos. He had fought bravely in the last fight so I thought he would be doing well.

He was backed into a corner, three vampires were clawing at him while he held on tight to one, biting hard on his neck and ripping out his throat.

He growled as he slammed his shoulder into one of them, pushing him to the ground. He turned to another, digging his claws deep across the vampire’s face, making him scream in pain.

He snapped the neck of another, the last lunged at him, but he grabbed him mid-air, slamming him into the ground so hard the ground cracked beneath them. Just as he fought them, another group of vampires came at him.

He was winning, but he was struggling and was starting to slow down.

I saw a vampire thrown across the battlefield, I followed the trail and it was Sir Elijah fighting with raw rage. Each of his movements were precise, every strike strong and hitting the vampires cleanly. He was severing limbs and slashing through necks.

He was sweating, his speed was slowing too. The vampires just kept coming, unrelenting and endless.

Not far from him, Sir Alan was a force not to be reckoned with. Unlike Sir Elijah’s powerful strikes, Sir Alan fought like a wall of steel. He didn’t move from where he stood because his left arm bled heavily, but any vampire foolish enough to move close to him had their bones crushed with a punch.

One vampire leapt on his back, sinking his long nails into his shoulder. Sir Alan let out a roar, he reached back, grabbed his throat and smashed him into the ground. He was tired and he needed help soon.

Elder Gita, in the thick of it all, stood tall and proud. She was the only one that matched the vampires speed and even the vampires were confused.

Ancient writings glowed across her staff and arms. She muttered incantations under her breath, releasing what looked like silver flames that incinerated any vampire the staff hit.

The vampires were cautious, but they still surrounded her. One vampire lunged for her, but she flung her staff forward, hitting the vampire, causing him to scream in horror as he burned.

Even I was in awe of her performance, she was doing great until the ancient writings on her arms and staff began to flicker. The vampires saw it as an opportunity and they closed in, still she stood her ground, held her staff like a sword now, swinging it with both hands as it pulsed with fire.

Then she stumbled, I looked away fast and just as I looked away, I heard her scream. My heart clenched at the sound of her voice.

The warriors were all struggling. Everyone was struggling. I had forgotten I was in a fight and when I turned back, Vince reappeared in front of me with inhuman speed, slamming a fist into my side.

I heard my ribs crack. The blow was heavy and I staggered back, wincing with every breathe I took in. Before I could get my footing, another fist hit my side, the same side.

I slid across the ground, spitting blood. I gritted my teeth through the pain as I struggled to stand, failing miserably. I should be able to fight through this pain if I wanted to protect my pack right?

Vince approached me, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “You fought well, Alpha. But this was never your war to win.”

He raised a hand, his long nails threatening to come down any second. I tried hard to stand again, but his limbs trembled.

Just as I was about to transform to my wolf, the final blow came down.

And then, a loud, piercing howl echoed through the battlefield.

Time seemed to freeze.

Every vampire paused mid attack, heads snapping toward the sound. The werewolves were still, staring toward the source of the sound.

There she stood.

Phoebe.

Her hair was red and it danced in the wind, her eyes glowing crimson, brighter than any flame. Phoebe stepped onto the battlefield, glowing like a goddess and no one could look away.

Even Vince hesitated, his arm still mid-air, frozen.

Phoebe stepped forward. Her face was blank, expressionless, but her power could be felt in the air. This was not her, was this what elder Gita meant by her powers were awakening?

“The pure bloodline.” Vince whispered in awe as he saw Phoebe. He shifted his attention to her. “You don’t understand, your blood, your existence, you’re meant for more than this.” He said, stretching his hands towards her.

I wasted no time as I transformed, biting off one of his arm. He screamed, but his eyes never left Phoebe. That psychopath.

I looked at her too. Phoebe didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. She didn’t even speak. Instead, her eyes burned brighter, her eyes scanned the battle ground and air changed.

The vampires stiffened, every last one of them. Their bodies began to tremble violently, as if they were electrocuted.

Then, without warning, one plunged his claw into his own chest. Another ripped his own throat out.

And another threw himself into a tree, his spine echoed with a loud crack. One by one, the vampires began to kill themselves.

Screams echoed across the clearing, but not from werewolves this time.

The vampires tried to resist, but they were too weak to battle against Phoebe’s power.

Whatever it was.

Within minutes, the battlefield was littered with the bodies of the vampires. All except one.

Vince.

He dropped to one knee, panting, glaring at her. “Y-you don’t know what you’ve done.”

Phoebe walked slowly toward him. I had never seen her like this, I had never seen anyone like this.

Phoebe’s hand moved like lightning, grabbing him by the neck. With one swift, terrifying motion, she ripped his head clean off. His blood spurting out of his neck.

The battle ground was silent, everyone including me was too stunned to speak. She was all we needed after all.

The war was over.