** WARNING! **

This story contains Gore, horror, rape, intense sex, murder and foul language. Ancient history/mythology, I twisted alittle.

This is not a story for the light hearted!

This is just the introduction, I promise the chapters will be longer later on! :)

Please please comment and let me know what you think.

Enjoy ;)

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Back in The time of Sparta, Pharos, gods and kings alike. There was wars, betrayal, greed and power among men and gods.

Around 3100bc a pack of wolves helped Osiris defend a city in Upper Egypt against an invading army of blood hungry, pale monsters. It was a bloody, gut spilling battle and many of the wolves died but the invaders were successfully defeated. Most..

In honor of these brave wolves and their sacrifice, Osiris re-named this city "Lycopolis" or Wolf City and ordered the bodies of the fallen wolves to be mummified beneath the city for resurrection in the underworld to be led and accompanied by wepwawet and anubis.

For the heroic wolves who fought so valiantly and lived, Osiris went one step further, granting them human form in addition to their wolf form - some of the very first lycanthropes. And we're tattooed across there waist, wings. In symbol of Osiris. A symbolic tattoo to be recognised as respect.

Legend has it now that every full moon, the descendants of these first Lycopolitan Lycanthropes can call on their underworld ancestors to rejoin them on earth and the pack will run together again as long as the moon is full, the living and the undead shadow werewolves of Osiris. The men and women bred and mated with humans keeping there legacy. And tattooing there offspring at the mature age of shifting.

But alas, some of the blood drinking 'humans' had fled.

Still living.. Taken back from death by hades.

Afew hundred years later, a wolf had wandered to far, meeting face to face with a powerful pale face.

Both killing eachother, both sides searched for there missing comrades, finding them in a messy, blood soaked, lifeless form on the cold mud.

Both retreated back to Territories, but took there fallen bodies with them.

Bringing back the fallen brother of the wolves, the head alpha, Maximus, grew mad, selfish and wanted revenge.

The pale faced lord still took shelter. she, raven. Waiting in there most powerful form, and advantage of the dark parts of there city.

When the war erupted, thousands died, humans, men, children and women.

But legend tells, when the two lords Maximus and raven met on the bloody ground. Love bloomed between them.

While the battle took place, Maximus took raven to a safe area where the men already raided.

There, Maximus and raven mated, the hate they had for eachother finally had gone.

With there return, they knew they couldn't be seen together.

Both sides were ordered to stop fighting, and retrieved back to there cities.

Afew months had past, and the wolves had noticed there king had truly gone mad.

One night, Maximus had left the city. Two of his men followed silently to seek out why there king had gone mad.

There minds nearly exploded. When Maximus and the pale faced queen had been seen hand in hand, she was with child.

The next day, the wolves gathered and captured there king, executing him for his betrayal.

To this day, they had not found the pale queen, and her hybrid child...