Kuroi Honoo
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Note: I was supposed to release this yesterday but I didn't really get much time on the computer and anyways there are some people behind so its actually good the later I release them I suppose lol HEADS UP! the third act is the finale-the title does say short story and it definitely is lol Anyways, hope y'all enjoy
Narrator: Various parts of his body began to explode creating three to four inch wide holes through repeated contact with the Pure-blooded Vampire’s spherical projectiles. His shredded body then falls to the ground; Octavian lied heavily panting as Dracul halted his assault. The youthful appearing Vampire then converges the scattered orbs and proceeds to impale them into the Lythimpir for the finishing blow as thoughts of his departed loved ones consume his mind. This then ignited his will to live.
Dracul: (Shouting in deranged tone) My master will finally be avenged!
Narrator: However, Octavian counters by expelling ultrasonic and howling sound waves through his mouth in a concentrated direction which causes an explosion as smoke ensues.
Octavian: (In thought) I cannot die yet! *panting*
Narrator: Octavian then began flapping his wrist wings releasing powerful bursts of wind in the petit vampire’s direction. Dracul then vanished in his attempt to dodge.
Octavian: (In thought) This open field yields him the advantage but *panting*
Narrator: The bestial then allowed Dracul’s scent to guide him as he began to shoot gales of winds in the predicted areas he would move towards. Suddenly, the Pure-blooded Vampire ran into one of the gusts and rebounded to the ground as a result.
Octavian: (In thought) Caught you! *pant*
Narrator: His plan began to work as he commenced to continuously blast gales. The Pure-blooded Vampire attempted to move but rebounded once again as that area quickly became engulfed by powerful swirling winds.
Dracul: (In thought) He turned this thing around!
Narrator: The frenzied Dracul then rapidly swung his weapon as orbs took form and propelled into the whirling winds. Small openings were created as a result. However, before Dracul could escape; several ultrasonic howling waves emitted through the creases and bounced off the ground onto the surging wind. The motioned air then conducted the potent waves.
Dracul: (Shouting in deranged tone) Not again!!!!!
Narrator: Within the following seconds, Dracul’s eardrums proceeded to burst and he quickly lost consciousness.
Octavian: (In thought) I have to end his life! *panting*
Narrator: The exhausted Lythimpir then dove into the high velocity winds and caught Dracul’s thrashed body. Once he exited, the revolving air, he threw the body onto the ground and proceeded to guillotine Dracul’s neck by the ends of his wrist wings. The severed head slightly rolled to the side as it and his body quickly turned to ash. Octavian then fell to his knees. He felt difficulty moving as his wounds only healed at a moderate pace due to Dracul’s devastating irrecoverable effects. However, the repeated thought of that beast potentially turning or murdering freely; strengthened his resolve to exert himself further.
Octavian: (In thought) I must stop him once and for all! *pant*
Narrator: The numerous wounds had barely begun to heal before Octavian pushed himself to move on and remained in Lythimpir form as his flight would make up for lost time. As soon as he located his shroud, he took off towards the direction of the scent previously trailed.
[Location setting: Serbia]
Narrator: Gradually, Octavian picked up stronger traces of his target.
Octavian: (In thought) I haven’t had sufficient time to recover but I cannot allow that to stop me..
Narrator: Remaining focused was now his main priority as he continued to trial his target through Serbia.
[Location setting: Valjero City, Serbia]
Narrator: Although, Octavian still needed to heal; his ability to fly enabled him to cover multiple cities and terrain within a couple of hours.
Octavian: (In thought) This is the city he currently resides in-he is within my grasp once more!
Narrator: Several flashbacks began to enter his mind. They displayed pieces of the event in which he was turned. The first flash depicted Octavian glancing at the luminous full moon as he made his way onto the road that trailed out of his village. Next flash presented him hearing some swift movements in the brush along the road. However there was little wind and no sign of anything. The following flash displayed a somewhat alarmed Octavian as he stood standing still, breathing a little heavier and shifting his head from side to side; distraughtly searching for the location of the increasing sound but to avail. The last flash demonstrated the young male turning around and running for his village before being knocked onto the ground and pinned down by such a potent force on his back.
?: (Deep tone) Shall I eat you or infect you with my curse?...
Narrator: The sudden occurrence petrified Octavian.
*Crunch*
Narrator: An overwhelming pain then befell Octavian as the malevolent creature had pierced its fangs into his left shoulder leaving many large puncture wounds. Crackling-like sounds can be heard from Octavian who struggled as blood proceeded to gush out of his mouth.
?: (Shouting) Now you’ll know how it feels to live like a beast!
Narrator: The Lythimpir’s depressing backflashes then ended with the final message of the beast repeatedly echoing.
Octavian: (In thought) Your mistake was not finishing the job that night...
Narrator: The scent led him just outside of the city when he quickly landed a few feet away behind a tall male.
?: Your scent seems slightly familiar-who are you?
Octavian: (Deep tone) Before you sank your fangs into me-you stated and I quote! "Shall I eat you or infect you with my curse"..afterwards you spared my life-was it on a whim?!
Narrator: He then rotated his head slightly and smirked.
?: ...Ah yes..now I remember...you have changed-a hybrid I presume?..My my-where are my manners..we haven’t been formally introduced-my name is Hovannes and yours? *Snicker*
[Character Insight: Hovannes]
Octavian: (Shouting) Enough!-You have the audacity to fool around with me?
Narrator: Sharply turning his body to face Octavian, he greets him with an aroused visage.
Hovannes: My you don’t seem well-got into a few fights lately have we? *Snicker*
Octavian: (Deep tone) I’ve come to put an end to all of your deadly games! *panting*
Hovannes: Really now?...Well lets see if you can *snicker*
Narrator: Was stated sadistically by the tall male as he proceeded to transform. Due to his gradual healing wounds, the Lythimpir was forced to exert more strength than usual. He then tossed his shroud and as it fell to the ground, he vanished into the air. The Lycanthrope’s eyes then widened.
Hovannes: (In thought) His speed while in flight is extraordinary!-
Narrator: Seconds later, Octavian headbutts him and wraps his arms around his body as they propelled off the ground.
Octavian: (In thought) I need to get him away from civilization!
Narrator: Hovannes’ strength began to prove too much for Octavian to restrain. The Lythimpir then launched the Lycanthrope onto the ground but he was able to somewhat land without much damage. Octavian then proceeded to slash repeatedly. However, Hovannes abruptly vanishes as he dashed around the area. In a desperate attempt, Octavian attempted to race after him. Even though he could smell Hovannes, he was unable to catch him. Hovannes’ skills are demonstrated as he appears before Octavian causing him to collide into his claws. Octavian then spat out blood as a result.
Hovannes: (Deep tone) You were naive to challenge me wounded in the first place and besides-my experience implies my victory *snicker*
Monster Encyclopedia
Note: Thank you to all who took the time to read it and I would appreciate it if you could give me some constructive criticism
Helvetes Gjenfødelse Side Story: Record of the Tragic
Act 2
Act 2
Narrator: Various parts of his body began to explode creating three to four inch wide holes through repeated contact with the Pure-blooded Vampire’s spherical projectiles. His shredded body then falls to the ground; Octavian lied heavily panting as Dracul halted his assault. The youthful appearing Vampire then converges the scattered orbs and proceeds to impale them into the Lythimpir for the finishing blow as thoughts of his departed loved ones consume his mind. This then ignited his will to live.
Dracul: (Shouting in deranged tone) My master will finally be avenged!
Narrator: However, Octavian counters by expelling ultrasonic and howling sound waves through his mouth in a concentrated direction which causes an explosion as smoke ensues.
Octavian: (In thought) I cannot die yet! *panting*
Narrator: Octavian then began flapping his wrist wings releasing powerful bursts of wind in the petit vampire’s direction. Dracul then vanished in his attempt to dodge.
Octavian: (In thought) This open field yields him the advantage but *panting*
Narrator: The bestial then allowed Dracul’s scent to guide him as he began to shoot gales of winds in the predicted areas he would move towards. Suddenly, the Pure-blooded Vampire ran into one of the gusts and rebounded to the ground as a result.
Octavian: (In thought) Caught you! *pant*
Narrator: His plan began to work as he commenced to continuously blast gales. The Pure-blooded Vampire attempted to move but rebounded once again as that area quickly became engulfed by powerful swirling winds.
Dracul: (In thought) He turned this thing around!
Narrator: The frenzied Dracul then rapidly swung his weapon as orbs took form and propelled into the whirling winds. Small openings were created as a result. However, before Dracul could escape; several ultrasonic howling waves emitted through the creases and bounced off the ground onto the surging wind. The motioned air then conducted the potent waves.
Dracul: (Shouting in deranged tone) Not again!!!!!
Narrator: Within the following seconds, Dracul’s eardrums proceeded to burst and he quickly lost consciousness.
Octavian: (In thought) I have to end his life! *panting*
Narrator: The exhausted Lythimpir then dove into the high velocity winds and caught Dracul’s thrashed body. Once he exited, the revolving air, he threw the body onto the ground and proceeded to guillotine Dracul’s neck by the ends of his wrist wings. The severed head slightly rolled to the side as it and his body quickly turned to ash. Octavian then fell to his knees. He felt difficulty moving as his wounds only healed at a moderate pace due to Dracul’s devastating irrecoverable effects. However, the repeated thought of that beast potentially turning or murdering freely; strengthened his resolve to exert himself further.
Octavian: (In thought) I must stop him once and for all! *pant*
Narrator: The numerous wounds had barely begun to heal before Octavian pushed himself to move on and remained in Lythimpir form as his flight would make up for lost time. As soon as he located his shroud, he took off towards the direction of the scent previously trailed.
[Location setting: Serbia]
Narrator: Gradually, Octavian picked up stronger traces of his target.
Octavian: (In thought) I haven’t had sufficient time to recover but I cannot allow that to stop me..
Narrator: Remaining focused was now his main priority as he continued to trial his target through Serbia.
[Location setting: Valjero City, Serbia]
Narrator: Although, Octavian still needed to heal; his ability to fly enabled him to cover multiple cities and terrain within a couple of hours.
Octavian: (In thought) This is the city he currently resides in-he is within my grasp once more!
Narrator: Several flashbacks began to enter his mind. They displayed pieces of the event in which he was turned. The first flash depicted Octavian glancing at the luminous full moon as he made his way onto the road that trailed out of his village. Next flash presented him hearing some swift movements in the brush along the road. However there was little wind and no sign of anything. The following flash displayed a somewhat alarmed Octavian as he stood standing still, breathing a little heavier and shifting his head from side to side; distraughtly searching for the location of the increasing sound but to avail. The last flash demonstrated the young male turning around and running for his village before being knocked onto the ground and pinned down by such a potent force on his back.
?: (Deep tone) Shall I eat you or infect you with my curse?...
Narrator: The sudden occurrence petrified Octavian.
*Crunch*
Narrator: An overwhelming pain then befell Octavian as the malevolent creature had pierced its fangs into his left shoulder leaving many large puncture wounds. Crackling-like sounds can be heard from Octavian who struggled as blood proceeded to gush out of his mouth.
?: (Shouting) Now you’ll know how it feels to live like a beast!
Narrator: The Lythimpir’s depressing backflashes then ended with the final message of the beast repeatedly echoing.
Octavian: (In thought) Your mistake was not finishing the job that night...
Narrator: The scent led him just outside of the city when he quickly landed a few feet away behind a tall male.
?: Your scent seems slightly familiar-who are you?
Octavian: (Deep tone) Before you sank your fangs into me-you stated and I quote! "Shall I eat you or infect you with my curse"..afterwards you spared my life-was it on a whim?!
Narrator: He then rotated his head slightly and smirked.
?: ...Ah yes..now I remember...you have changed-a hybrid I presume?..My my-where are my manners..we haven’t been formally introduced-my name is Hovannes and yours? *Snicker*
[Character Insight: Hovannes]
† Hair: Sandy brown, short length
† Eyes: Light green
† Weight: 257
† Height: 6’4
† Ethnicity: European
† Gender: Male
† Age: 41 (when cursed and current age unknown)
† Eyes: Light green
† Weight: 257
† Height: 6’4
† Ethnicity: European
† Gender: Male
† Age: 41 (when cursed and current age unknown)
Octavian: (Shouting) Enough!-You have the audacity to fool around with me?
Narrator: Sharply turning his body to face Octavian, he greets him with an aroused visage.
Hovannes: My you don’t seem well-got into a few fights lately have we? *Snicker*
Octavian: (Deep tone) I’ve come to put an end to all of your deadly games! *panting*
Hovannes: Really now?...Well lets see if you can *snicker*
Narrator: Was stated sadistically by the tall male as he proceeded to transform. Due to his gradual healing wounds, the Lythimpir was forced to exert more strength than usual. He then tossed his shroud and as it fell to the ground, he vanished into the air. The Lycanthrope’s eyes then widened.
Hovannes: (In thought) His speed while in flight is extraordinary!-
Narrator: Seconds later, Octavian headbutts him and wraps his arms around his body as they propelled off the ground.
Octavian: (In thought) I need to get him away from civilization!
Narrator: Hovannes’ strength began to prove too much for Octavian to restrain. The Lythimpir then launched the Lycanthrope onto the ground but he was able to somewhat land without much damage. Octavian then proceeded to slash repeatedly. However, Hovannes abruptly vanishes as he dashed around the area. In a desperate attempt, Octavian attempted to race after him. Even though he could smell Hovannes, he was unable to catch him. Hovannes’ skills are demonstrated as he appears before Octavian causing him to collide into his claws. Octavian then spat out blood as a result.
Hovannes: (Deep tone) You were naive to challenge me wounded in the first place and besides-my experience implies my victory *snicker*
Act 2 End
Monster Encyclopedia
[Insight: Lycanthrope]
† Description: Is one who is bitten by another Lycanthrope during a full moon and thus cursed. After the next full moon and their official transformation, they can then transform at will on any given time of day. They possess incredible hunting and killing capabilities. They have a deep tone of voice. They cannot be harmed by conventional weapons. Any kind of silver is its only weakness and can lead to its death.
† Appearance: It usually has a height of around 6'5 to 7‘0 weighing of about two hundred-fifty to three hundred pounds. A bulky body, silvery fur, long thick claws, large jaw, massive fangs, powerful mid to long length tail and huge hind legs in appearance. Its origin is Europe.
† Abilities: They are extremely powerful, possessing supernatural levels of strength, speed, agility, endurance, regenerative capabilities, enhanced senses of sight, smell and hearing. The Lycanthrope is able to hear the beating heart of its prey and can see extremely well in the dark being able to track its prey for miles by scent alone.
[Insight: Lythimpir]
† Description: Is a self named term Octavian gives himself and is one who transcends that of a Lycanthrope by means of ingesting the blood of a vampire. This form does not require sleep. This hybrid form is unique as Lycanthropes and Vampires are mortal enemies.
† Appearance: His hybrid form is completed as his hair takes on a raven color and grows out above his lower back, bat-like ears replace the Lycanthrope ears, the Lycanthrope snout retracts creating a more humanoid visage, irises slit in two colored silver and raven which overlap each other resembling an x. He gains vampire fangs. His body from head to toe becomes silver colored and is elongated. The waist down is covered in raven colored fur. Bat-like wings; raven in color protrude one from the right arm and left leg located on the right side of his wrist and from the back of his ankle that spread with a wingspan of about six feet. His tail thinned out and grew several feet in length.
† Abilities: His healing capabilities, strength and stamina have heightened. He is able to expel powerful winds due to his wrist and ankle wings as well as able to emit ultrasonic and howling sound waves from his mouth. He did not acquire the rare aura gene from Tiberiu due to his combatant Lycanthrope blood.
[Insight: Vampire]
† Description: They are immortal and do not require oxygen, food, and only feed on blood. They cast no shadow and have no reflection. They cannot enter a house unless he or she is invited in by the owner. However, after the first time, that invited vampire can come and go as desired. They will always require their respected coffin to sleep in or else the result is death. If the Vampire goes without feeding or is prevented from doing so for an extended period of time then they steadily begin to weaken; revealing their true age. Garlic and holy items such as crucifixes, rosaries and holy water could ward away or harm Vampires. They are unable to cross running water or walk on consecrated ground such as those of churches and temples. Long periods of sunlight exposure, a wooden stake to the heart, severing the head or not being able to ingest blood is fatal. There are two different types of Vampires; pure-bloods and one who is turned. Its origin is central and eastern Europe.
† Appearance: They have a pale appearance and are cool to the touch.
† Abilities: They possesses supernatural strength, speed, agility, reflexes, endurance, hypnosis, keen senses such as sight, smell, hearing, and touch. However, their formidable abilities are limited by blood and their powers are often limited during the day.
[Insight: Pure-blood Vampire]
† Description: Is the result of one born from a genuine vampire mother and father. Is one who has vampire ethnicity and is born into a family of money; an aristocrat of sorts. Pure-blooded Vampires are rare and considered high ranked in the vampire ethnicity.
† Abilities: The only difference between a pure-blood and turned Vampire is the level in strength.
† Description: Is one who is bitten by another Lycanthrope during a full moon and thus cursed. After the next full moon and their official transformation, they can then transform at will on any given time of day. They possess incredible hunting and killing capabilities. They have a deep tone of voice. They cannot be harmed by conventional weapons. Any kind of silver is its only weakness and can lead to its death.
† Appearance: It usually has a height of around 6'5 to 7‘0 weighing of about two hundred-fifty to three hundred pounds. A bulky body, silvery fur, long thick claws, large jaw, massive fangs, powerful mid to long length tail and huge hind legs in appearance. Its origin is Europe.
† Abilities: They are extremely powerful, possessing supernatural levels of strength, speed, agility, endurance, regenerative capabilities, enhanced senses of sight, smell and hearing. The Lycanthrope is able to hear the beating heart of its prey and can see extremely well in the dark being able to track its prey for miles by scent alone.
[Insight: Lythimpir]
† Description: Is a self named term Octavian gives himself and is one who transcends that of a Lycanthrope by means of ingesting the blood of a vampire. This form does not require sleep. This hybrid form is unique as Lycanthropes and Vampires are mortal enemies.
† Appearance: His hybrid form is completed as his hair takes on a raven color and grows out above his lower back, bat-like ears replace the Lycanthrope ears, the Lycanthrope snout retracts creating a more humanoid visage, irises slit in two colored silver and raven which overlap each other resembling an x. He gains vampire fangs. His body from head to toe becomes silver colored and is elongated. The waist down is covered in raven colored fur. Bat-like wings; raven in color protrude one from the right arm and left leg located on the right side of his wrist and from the back of his ankle that spread with a wingspan of about six feet. His tail thinned out and grew several feet in length.
† Abilities: His healing capabilities, strength and stamina have heightened. He is able to expel powerful winds due to his wrist and ankle wings as well as able to emit ultrasonic and howling sound waves from his mouth. He did not acquire the rare aura gene from Tiberiu due to his combatant Lycanthrope blood.
[Insight: Vampire]
† Description: They are immortal and do not require oxygen, food, and only feed on blood. They cast no shadow and have no reflection. They cannot enter a house unless he or she is invited in by the owner. However, after the first time, that invited vampire can come and go as desired. They will always require their respected coffin to sleep in or else the result is death. If the Vampire goes without feeding or is prevented from doing so for an extended period of time then they steadily begin to weaken; revealing their true age. Garlic and holy items such as crucifixes, rosaries and holy water could ward away or harm Vampires. They are unable to cross running water or walk on consecrated ground such as those of churches and temples. Long periods of sunlight exposure, a wooden stake to the heart, severing the head or not being able to ingest blood is fatal. There are two different types of Vampires; pure-bloods and one who is turned. Its origin is central and eastern Europe.
† Appearance: They have a pale appearance and are cool to the touch.
† Abilities: They possesses supernatural strength, speed, agility, reflexes, endurance, hypnosis, keen senses such as sight, smell, hearing, and touch. However, their formidable abilities are limited by blood and their powers are often limited during the day.
[Insight: Pure-blood Vampire]
† Description: Is the result of one born from a genuine vampire mother and father. Is one who has vampire ethnicity and is born into a family of money; an aristocrat of sorts. Pure-blooded Vampires are rare and considered high ranked in the vampire ethnicity.
† Abilities: The only difference between a pure-blood and turned Vampire is the level in strength.
Note: Thank you to all who took the time to read it and I would appreciate it if you could give me some constructive criticism
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