I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 208: All Hell Breaks Loose

***Song Recommendation, you’ll be prompted when to play: Parasite Eve by Bring Me The Horizon***

~Narrator~

The army stood in front of the gate armed and ready. The rogues were training for years for this moment. They could barely contain their adrenaline.

Ezelreth waved his hand and the gate swirled in spinning sequence, almost hypnotizing.

Ezelreth stepped through the gate first. The familiar sent of leather and blood lust filled the air around him. His chest heaved from the excitement.

Violet was playing her role of a scared girl well.

Ezelreth held a twisted sinister look on his face as the army swarmed from the gate. Funneling out by the 100’s. The screams of war and howls of wrath. Their revenge against their previous packs was at the tips of their finger. They shifted into their wolves ready for the charge.

***Play the Song now***

"Leave no survivors, I have no use for the weak or traitors to their side. Death to all who dwell in this land, no mercy. Serve me well and you will be rewarded."

He smiled "Take your revenge, your spoils of war, whatever it is you please, but you leave the MoonChild for me."

"One last thing. I will rip anyone who touches her before me to limb from limb."

He threw his hands up. "Burn the world for me!"

The Turned where the first of the Army to charge. They would run the front lines. Destroying everything in their wake.

The first wave came without warning. Under the cover of the backest of nights the world has ever known.

The vampires on tower duty saw the glowing red eyes approaching, they sounded the alarm. They were ready for them. They had prepared for this.

The ditches took out the first rows of creatures creating an unstable bridge from one side to the other.

Flaming poisoned arrows hailed down from above, piercing the heads of the creatures, some landing with such force they pierced straight through leaving a gaping hole on top.

But still some pushed forward, despite being on fire, they seemed unphased, moving in a frenzy.

The first round of soldiers burst through the gate armed and ready.

A Turned launched itself from the darkness, its jaw unhinged at an impossible angle, rows of jagged teeth snapping forward like a bear trap. It crossed twelve feet of open air before a vampire caught it by the throat mid-flight, fingers closing around rotting cartilage that compressed like wet cardboard. The thing didn’t stop thrashing, its clawed hands raking down her forearm hard enough to peel skin in long curling strips. She felt the sting, felt the sticky coldness of her own blood rolling toward her elbow, and twisted her wrist in a hard corkscrew motion. The Turned’s neck didn’t snap so much as unravel, tendons shredding like old rope, the head lolling sideways at a nauseating angle, still gnashing, eyes still rolling with that flat yellow hunger. She gripped the hair on of its head all pulled it clean off tossing the head behind her. She dropped what was left.

Behind her, a wolf shifter had already changed into his wolf form, five feet of solid muscle wrapped in dark gray fur, digitigrade legs driving him at full sprint toward a pack of bloodlust creature that had nearly breached the wall. He hit the first one shoulder-first and the impact was catastrophic. The creature’s chest caved inward, ribs splintering into its chest as they both skidded twenty feet across dusty blood soaked ground. The shifter pinned it with one hand and used his free claws to scoop upward through the stomach, pulling its insides free with the efficiency of someone gutting a fish, searching by instinct for the spine. He found it, grabbed it, and yanked. The thing came apart at the lumbar. It was still clawing at his thigh when he rose and stamped its skull flat.

Two more Turned came at a shifter and a vampire, who stood side by side, from opposite sides. The one on the left was faster the creature only had bloodlust in its eyes. It collided with the vampire and drove its teeth into the meat of his thigh just above the knee. The teeth hit muscle and ground against bone and tackled the him. The shifter howled at the sound of vampire’s shriek and brought her elbow down on the back of its skull like a hammer strike, before turning to the other Turned driving its face into her own knee, crushing its sharp jagged teeth deeper until the skull finally gave. The vampire peeled his off him, tore it loose, taking a chunk of his own flesh with it and hurled the corpse into the another attacker with enough force to send both of them skidding off the bridge of screaming trapped Turned.

Across the bridge, Artemasia had arrived stood with some other witches from her old coven her inside a ring of burning sigils she’d carved into both arms, she extended, her fingers bent in rigid positions. The air around her smelled of ozone and burned hair. Whatever she was doing changed the effect on any bloodlust creature within forty feet of her was visible. They slowed. Their heads tilted. Their yellow eyes guttered like candles in a draft. One dropped to its knees and began clawing at its own face, while another rips its own head off. Another walked directly into a wall, its skull denting further with each impact.

A Turned wolf shifter — still in a broken half human half wolf form, enormous, came for another witch at a dead sprint, covering the distance faster than it had any right to. That released her aura, dropped to one knee, and drove both palms flat against the earth. orange fire this time but green, a green that had no warmth in it, a cold burning that spread outward in radial lines like cracks in ice. The Turned wolf shifter hit the outermost line the force transferred upward through its skeleton. It pitched forward, screaming, and that’s when Odette appeared, pulling a pitch black blade from her belt and driving it in a downward arc through the base of its neck as it fell past her. The blade went in deep. She twisted it once, stepped back, and let it collapse.

She was pumped full of adrenaline.

Oliver, Jeremy and Gabriel arrived on seen and moved in triangular formation through the knot of rotting Turned that had poured through the gatehouse. Oliver fought with a pair of short-curved blades. He opened the first creature from hip to sternum with a single motion, and before it could react, Jeremy was past it, driving an elbow into the another one’s face hard enough to shatter its nasal cavity. Gabriel’s blade came across and took a third one’s hand off cleanly at the wrist, the hand landed separately, fingers still flexing. The turned was unphased by the action so Gabriel drove a blade through its eye and out the back of its skull over and over until its face was gone, filled with bloody holes.

The another creature was gutted first and grabbed Jeremy from behind, arms locked around him, teeth searching for his neck. It found the tendon above his collarbone and bit through it. He felt the break in his shoulder; his arm went numb for a moment and he used his other hand to drive a blade through the top of its skull. The impact was ugly. Gabriel rammed his blade through another one’s head before it even got close to him, leaning into the stroke until the hilt was flush against its skull, and then he ripped sideways and let the his brain fall out like an open like a book.

The battle moved in waves and seemed like it would never end and like these creatures would just keep coming. All hell broke loose.