Chapitre 3: Great wizard Alastor Creed

"This was the Epic love story of Zeta and Omega werewolf. It is said that she performed a very powerful bloodlore spell which is very disastrous to nature. And one who practises is fated to die but it's not sure if they're reborn or not because no one in history has performed such a spell,"one of the men explained.

"No, it is actually a lover's bond spell. Witches and wizards practice this spell to get the same person as their mate. It's forbidden but not limited!" Another man commented.

"Can you both keep your damn mouth shut! You are telling me fairytales," a handsome man walked towards the two talking men.

Both of them lowered their heads and awaited their master's order.

"Let's suck out souls of dead demon wolves, it'll increase my power and will suppress my hunger." A handsome young man glanced at his teammates.

"Your order at first command, master." Young lady bowed in front of that handsome man and then stood up with a furious spark in her deep blue eyes.

Making her way, piercing the winds with her superfast run while her swords crossed each at her back. Soon she disappeared in thin air like some dust.

That handsome man stood there, he seemed like he was dissatisfied. 'This woman has no feminine behaviour,' he mumbled, turning back and saw the rest of his teammates standing behind like some gentlemen waiting for their orders.

His upper lip curled up, making a smirk. "What are you doing here? Am I supposed to give you a personal invitation letter behind her?" He whispered, controlling his rage.

"But master, we can't leave you alone. Grandmaster has firmly placed her belief on us for protecting you."

That handsome man stared at them in irritation, then raised his right hand towards those stupid men. Quickly fire flames crawled all over his hand , forming a yellowish orange , bright burning fire. He was ready to shoot those deadly flames towards the men .

Those men encircled each other and fell down on that handsome man's feet.

"Master, we're completely doomed. If we don't follow the grandmaster's order , she will kill us and if we don't follow yours , you'll kill us." Those pitiful men begged him to show mercy on their situation.

That handsome man narrowed his eyes and then smiled.

"No, master, please no. I have heard that Zeta werewolf is still alive , waiting for her mate. And we are in her territory, the eastern Europe. " Those men were well aware of their boss's personality. When he smiles, it was sure he was going to do something mischievous so they tried to scare him off.

That handsome man indeed was not in a mood of showing any kind of mercy on them. 'They will not leave me alone unless I send them flying.' He with a sudden stroke pushed those men aside from his feet and with his both fire flaming hands , he pushed the winds towards creating a super powerful tornado.

Everything collapsed in the giant tornado. 'Well, I was left with this method. Now, I'm going to have some fun ,' that handsome mumbled caressing his hair .

He was Alastor Creed, the powerful wizard of Falling Mountain Sect. A young, handsome man with a slender but attractive body dressed in black. His features best described as long silky brown hair braided in a ponytail, chiselled face , straight sharp Greek nose , icy cold hooded hazel eyes and attractive crooked red lips. His complex was very pale , one can misunderstand him as a vampire.

Today was halloween, and he was assigned to get souls of dead demon wolves. Demon wolves were werewolves who were resurrected by Necromancy rituals.

Necromancy rituals were performed by Necromancers . In this practice they summon dead souls of werewolves/ vampires and even humans to take the form of the dead werewolf. They were then assigned the task of killing the werewolves and vampires so that their boss can create them into demon wolves who will follow up their orders.

As the next leader of Falling Mountain Sect, Alastor will have to stop those brainless monsters from killing the innocents. And today was the day when packs of demon wolves came out to hunt.

He kept walking carelessly in the deep forest, sun was also getting down making the atmosphere shine in golden orange. Suddenly he sensed a strong magical presence in that forest . For the first time he mistook them as demon wolves but he was completely wrong. It was a strong force of a powerful soul of Arctic werewolf.

'Seriously, the power of soul is coming from some Arctic breed werewolf whose rank is very high but why is it calling me?' Alastor mumbled, stroking his chin in confusion.

"Well, whatever, I don't have anything to do. Let's have some fun." He closed his eyes and followed the soul's energy into the deep forest, deeper, darker in a small hut. He saw a young woman lying down with her eyes closed. That woman was undoubtedly attractive , he had never seen such a beautiful woman before. But then he saw one old lady pouring some kind of liquid on her body.

He quickly opened his eyes and took out his fire gleaming swords crossing each other at his back. Quickly scanning the ways to the hut where that beautiful woman was kept , without a moment's delay he made his way inside the dark forest . Paving his way through thorny bushes and clearing them with his swords , his body was moving like someone shooted lightning arrow. Anyone dares to stop him will be turned into ashes.

Soon, Alastor was standing outside of that hut with his gleaming swords in his hands. His face was full of confidence and that glow was making him more attractive like some handsome warrior.

"Hey, old woman, leave that werewolf alone."

'Who the hell is commanding me?' That old woman clenched her fist in anger and came out to see who has enough courage to talk like that with her.

She saw a young man standing there with his extraordinary swords. She roamed her eyes all over his body and then fell on her knees.

"I have nothing to do with that wolf, I'm just following orders . Please spare me !"

Alastor looked at her with his confused eyes. 'Why is she kneeling down in front of me? I thought I would have some fighting scenes here, umm! Bad luck.' He mumbled inside and put his swords back in their scabbards which were hanging around his waist.

"Please, come inside," that old lady requested him.

She was well aware of who Alastor Creed was. If a normal witch like her dares to confront him , the wizard of the most powerful sect , she was sure to die . Her all these hundreds years of hard work will be in vain.