His monstrous hands reached out with a gripping force capable of tearing through steel and diamond. As the helicopter grew nearer, its whirring blades a shrill testament to the imminent danger, Antonio’s eyes narrowed with determination. He refused to let the airborne threat escape unscathed.
With a thunderous impact that shook the air, the King of Werewolves collided with the helicopter mid-air. The aircraft recoiled under the sheer force of its blow, its metal frame groaning and protesting against the unstoppable force that now confronted it.
As the helicopter teetered on the edge of collapse, Antonio’s powerful grip tightened, his fingers digging into the metal like claws seeking prey. Pulsing with thermal phosphorescent light and relentless strength, the werewolf made the pilot’s struggle to maintain control a futile endeavor.
In a display of overwhelming might, Antonio tore a chunk of the helicopter’s fuselage with a primal roar, sending debris flying in all directions like shrapnel. With a single heave, he sent the damaged aircraft hurtling back to the ground, a plummeting testament to his indomitable power.
Antonio landed nearby as the helicopter crashed below. His eyes burned with unyielding fury, and his chest heaved with an adrenaline-fueled intensity. He vanquished the airborne threat with a display of strength that defied the laws of physics. The skies were now his domain, and any who dared challenge him would face a wrath beyond comprehension. He was a world breaker.
With a triumphant bellow, Antonio soared across the sky like a titan of legend, an unstoppable force of nature that struck fear into the hearts of all who bore witness to his might. He was the embodiment of rage, an unstoppable force that knew no equal. As he descended back to earth, the world trembled in anticipation of his next awe-inspiring feat of strength.
In this cataclysmic clash of man and beast, the world bore witness to the fury of the King of Wolves. His rage knew no bounds, his power eclipsing all that stood in his way. The battle was his domain, and all who dared to oppose him were crushed beneath the weight of his wrath. In this epic confrontation, Antonio proved he was not just a werewolf, but a living nightmare that struck fear into the hearts of even the most valiant warriors and diabolical demons.
Candace howled, with a mewing tone, to recall her husband, pleading through his berserker rage.
In his rampage, he did not hear her.
Jason, Supatra, and Marisol leapt to stop him. As the battle commenced, the skies trembled, and the earth quaked under their power. Antonio scattered his adversaries, momentarily disorienting them. He moved with impossible speed, evading Jason’s strikes, and countering shattering blows from Marisol, sending her reeling. Supatra was met with resistance. Lángrén found herself staggered by Alpha’s relentless barrage, unable to fully comprehend the sheer ferocity of the werewolf king. He swatted Marisol away with ease. Omega wolves leapt into the fray, and boundless Ferals tried to leash their leader. Even with sheer numbers, they struggled and were thwarted by the mighty Get of Fenris’s indomitable will. The furred juggernaut was unyielding, unstoppable, and untamed. He surged forth with an overwhelming power that defied all opposition.
He tossed them like mosquitoes to a blue whale, leaving no trace of their former might.
He slit humans open abruptly and indiscriminately. Blood, gore, and bones were a fading memory inside the mindless fury. His bellow declares his supremacy, leaving no doubt that he was the mightiest force in all of creation. A being of destruction.
Nia stood with Candace, coaxing her to stand. Lángrén was sprawled across her knees. She doesn’t look up at the bloodshed. Tears flooded her eyes at the horror unleashed.
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Jason, Supatra, and Marisol tried again. Attacking his knees, his arms, and trying to put a mouth over his muzzle. Failed. They quivered under his insane fury. Nothing distracts Antonio from his vengeance. He embodies the unstoppable, rampaging force that all supernatural and unholy beings feared.
Cars are tossed aside. People and ferals scream and die as they are ripped apart. Omega huddled with a soldier who mentally snapped, both covered with the remains of their comrades. Both shudder and weep.
Staccato gunfire echoed under Antonio’s grunted and swishing speed. The hulking werewolf in a frenzy. His raw power unfolds indiscriminately. There is no compassion in this slaughter. He attacked unrelenting anything that moved. A hellish mix of wolf and blood.
Antonio was on a deafening, uncaged rampage.
Candace exchanges a look with Nia. They HOWLED together.
Long moments snailed by, as the only sound heard was Antonio's destruction continued.
The tearing of flesh and clothes. He’s breathing hard. Endless seconds go by. The wind picks up. A rumble was slightly headed in the distance. A deep, soundless RUMBLING in their bones. They felt it was MOVING CLOSE.
THE RUMBLING GREW LOUDER.
From a distance, a continuous roar of a stampede grew closer. Louder from the collective movement of animals answering the call. This was a powerful and unmistakable auditory experience.
Wolves, dogs, ferals, and even house cats amass as an army, and they BURST into the fray. Behind them are bears, wolverines and honey badgers. And countless animals of the wild come to the summoning of Nia and Candace. A plea to quell the unhinged Alpha werewolf.
Everything fought--
--AGAINST the King of the Wolves.
He’s the nightmare version of a mad god.
Jason, Supatra, Lángrén and Marisol leapt back into the fray with their diminutive allies.
The battle raged on.
Humans, werewolves, and animals all die at Antonio’s hand. Those who were not murdered and tossed to the earth rose and fought again.
Lángrén quickly opens her eyes. “Candace. Only you!” she screamed to be heard over the din of battle.
In the heart of the urban battlefield, chaos reigned as the doomsday version of werewolves rampaged, leaving destruction in their wake. Amidst the mangled bodies and smashed vehicles, a tiny figure stood firm, screaming to be heard above the turmoil.
“My Queen! Candace! Tame the beast!” Lángrén’s desperate plea cut through the cacophony.
Candace locked eyes with Lángrén, and in that intense moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them. Determination shone in Candace’s gaze as she removed herself from Nia, barking orders at her daughter. Nia hesitated for a moment, followed Candace’s gaze and leaped into the fray.
Lángrén took off in the opposite direction, her own mission clear.
Amidst the chaos, Antonio burst through the mob, his eyes blazing with a firestorm of pain and rage. Bullets pinged off him, but he pressed on, his fur glowing with phosphorescent light.
Another helicopter joined the fray, its gunner unleashing a relentless wave of bullets. The area became a hellish panorama of destruction and bedlam.
The King of Wolves had surpassed the boundaries of madness, a force of unstoppable fury.
In the midst of the madness, Candace placed herself directly in his path. Her pain was evident. Lángrén offered her an oversized shirt for modesty, which Candace disregarded, focusing solely on her husband.
As she approached the hulking terror, blood and gore staining his muzzle and claws, she remained steadfast. The royals witnessed her approach and called back the army. The weapons fire stopped, and the world fell into silence.
Antonio roared at her, his fury evident in every fiber of his being. But Candace barked back at him, unwavering.
He woofed, and she stood her ground, undaunted. Mid-swipe, he hesitated, dropping his arm. He caught her scent, and his eyes still blazed with fury, but there was a glimmer of recognition.
Something in the corner of his eye triggered him. A soldier moves to align a rifle in Candace’s direction.
He leapt to her, deftly tripping her up, grabbing her by the waist with one hand and digging the other into her hair at the nape. She elbowed him with a practiced move, slapped him in the ear with her open palm, kicked him in the shin to wrench herself away. The shirt opened to reveal a shapely breast. She pirouetted with a violence that nearly stunned him.
She stood up to him in the flickering radiance of downed electrical lines, in the glow of fires, her streaming hair and eyes blazed. She was erect, full-bodied, dark, terrible, and naturally beautiful. All of a sudden, she leaned up to him and looked him in the eyes. He caught her scent. “What is it you desire, my husband?”
Candace stepped closer, her hand firm on his heaving chest, exuding an aura of calm and power. She stood strong, trusting in the raw love that bound them. In this iconic moment, her posture spoke of balance, power, and resilience.