Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

In the dark forest, Pack House was the only source of light left, lonely but illuminating the entire land. The moon was hidden behind dark clouds, and the ground was eerily covered in blue-purple aconite, the plants fluttering in the wind with great beauty that gave a sense of mysterious unease.

Azrael slowly descended from the air and landed in front of Hazel with a sinister smile that made her feel afraid.

“I’ll save the greeting for later. Now, I need to play with your little wolf pup first,” Azrael said in a contemptuous tone, as if he was certain of winning the upcoming battle.

“Attack!” Azrael snapped his fingers and showed his fangs as he rotated his neck. The army of puppets behind him let out a series of howling sounds and launched their attack.

“Defend– ” Cyril ordered all the wolf people, triggering the war. The army of puppets howled as they charged towards the thousands of strong wolf people at Pack House.

The wolf army of puppets had turned into ugly monsters, their bodies bursting through the flesh and bone barrier, their bloodied flesh exposed to the air, their open wounds covered in black poison that burned their skin and caused them great pain. They screamed and howled.

“First, let’s deal with this group of monsters!” Hazel shouted to Cyril, her hearing assaulted by the puppets’ agonizing screams and feeling the great pressure. Cyril, leading his army of wolf people, began to fight back, finally able to make use of their defensive armor.

“Cut off their heads, gouge out their hearts, otherwise these guys won’t stay dead!” Cyril ordered as a monster’s claw came towards him. He dodged to the side, turned around, and shifted into wolf form with a howl.

“Die!” Cyril bared his fangs and lunged towards the monster, tearing off a chunk of its flesh with a putrid stench filling his mouth. He spat out the foul-smelling meat.

The monster swung its paw at Cyril with great speed, but he managed to avoid it, the paw hitting the ground and causing a loud rumble as it split open and collapsed into a large pit. Cyril looked at the ground, relieved that he had avoided it. But soon enough, hundreds of monsters were swarming towards him like an oncoming flood of blood, filling his field of vision and seeming to portend even more gruesome carnage to come.

The distance of tens of meters was suddenly reached as the monsters closed in rapidly. The stench hit Cyril’s nostrils as he tightly shut his eyes. After a moment, he opened them and his golden eyes sparkled with bloodthirsty light, his sharp claws reflecting a hint of silver in the torchlight. Under the icy glow, Cyril took a step back before lunging towards the monster horde and tearing into the neck of the first one.

The head of the monster rolled down the giant pit with a thud.

The monster horde continued to charge towards Cyril, and the death of the first one didn’t even make them scared. Cyril coldly continued to pounce on the next one, and among the sound of tearing flesh, the monsters almost tumbled into the giant pit. The pit was almost filled with bodies, and the ground was replaced by blood waves instead of green. The thick blood was sticky on Cyril’s fur, and he was covered in an ugly stench of blood and gore, his black fur completely turning dark red.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, these monsters were like indestructible ant colonies. Despite how strong The Iron Star Pack warriors were, they were gradually overwhelmed by the monsters and worn out. Their defense abilities weakened, and their fangs became dull due to wear and tear.

Hazel watched as the puppet army was reduced to a large group, and she intended to use the magic she had learned to attack them all at once. She quickly moved to an empty space, pulled out a magic wand from her waist, and recited the incantation for a group attack.

Then a burst of fire-red light shot out of the magic wand, gathering into a huge fireball. Hazel was filled with heat, and she struggled to contain the magic wand’s power. She had to cast the spell immediately.

“Let it be destroyed. Ahhaha!” Hazel shouted as she held up the magic wand, and the fireball followed, rising up into the air. She waved her hand, and the fireball flew away, instantly dispersing and making a thunderous noise that rattled the ground. The advancing monsters’ screams were heard one after another.

“You’re as good as my daughter,” Azrael said as he hung in the air, not worried about the destruction of his army but rather watching it like a spectator. “Hawthorne, it’s time to let the stupid dogs understand the fangs of vampires.” Azrael’s expression changed from amused to serious as if his war had just begun.

Hawthorne gathered all the vampires, and thousands of bats transformed into individual vampires in the sky, making the dark night even darker. Hawthorne stood in the center of the vampire group, his strange eyes shining brightly in this darkness. He looked far away at Hazel who was casting her spell.

“My fiancee, you’ve been clinging to your delusions too much. It’s time to wake you up,” Hawthorne said as he stared at her.

The strong magic had exhausted Hazel’s energy, and she stood by the giant pit gasping for breath when she saw Hawthorne hanging in the air with their gazes locked together. She looked firmly at the vampire army behind him.

“More troublesome monsters are coming,” Hazel said with determination in her voice.

Faced with the massive vampire army, The Iron Star Pack and Eric’s wolf pack had suffered heavy losses and were completely on the defensive. Cyril used his mind link to contact Alpha Trnald and asked him to bring the wolf pack back to Pack House for support.

Right after the mind link was finished, Cyril was suddenly surrounded by two vampires. He tensed his legs slightly before springing forward at the vampire in front of him with his fangs bared to rip it apart.

At that critical moment, the vampire smiled cruelly and suddenly transformed into dozens of bats that evaded Cyril’s attack. Cyril didn’t change his expression as he spun around in mid-air and kicked towards the vampire behind him that was still recovering from its transformation. Cyril’s original target was this one, and before the other vampire could react, it was kicked hard and sent flying backwards, crashing into a tree and slamming into a tree stump.

But for vampires, this kind of injury was nothing.

But this kind of injury meant nothing to a vampire.

The vampire that had escaped earlier quickly followed, attempting to attack Cyril. His white claws raked across Cyril’s wolf back, causing him to let out a low growl in pain.

“Alpha? You’re just a foolish dog!” The vampire sneered, not seeing Cyril’s murderous expression. In the next second, Cyril had torn off his head, and the vampire’s face still showed an expression of surprise.

“Don’t provoke me, or you’ll live a little longer,” Cyril sneered, his golden eyes narrowed as he looked up at Hawthorne and Azrael in the sky, following their gaze to find that Hazel was also struggling in the battle.

Wolves knew the difficulty of killing vampires. To kill a vampire, besides cutting off their head, their body must be burned to ashes for a complete death. Otherwise, these dark beings would rise again in the darkness and be resurrected.

The number of vampires far exceeded the pack of wolves. The wolves’ battlepower was already visibly weakened by the earlier puppet army.

What should they do? Cyril was beginning to feel some agitation, he looked somewhat helpless.

At this moment, a white light approached from a distance. A woman on horseback with a white robe flying galloped towards them, it was Cassandra!