Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

his feet once more.
    “Leave. This is not your fight,” Valentine said and the hunter looked at the werewolves as they approached.
    The smaller werewolf was running over the bridge, a larger one following a short distance behind it. The hunter nodded and gathered his jacket before leaving.
    Valentine set his jaw, slid into vampire guise and roared at the approaching werewolf.
    He could feel Prophecy close behind him, could sense that she had changed into her demon face too.
    She would have to fight now.
    Prophecy reacted the second the werewolf sprang towards Valentine. As it landed, she moved swiftly, kicking it hard in the back at the same time as Valentine caught it across the jaw. She dodged its claws as it swiped at her and snarled. The other werewolf was fast approaching. They didn’t have much time.
    She swept its legs out and extended her own claws in an attempt to level the playing field. Lashing out, she slashed down its back, smiling grimly as it howled in pain and then rolling out of the way when it turned to bite her. She found herself standing by Valentine. He had a hand pressed into his shoulder.
    “You’re hurt. Fall back,” she said and ignored the dark look he shot her way.
    The werewolf pounced and she pushed Valentine to one side while she went the other way, dodging it and punching it hard on the back as it moved past them. She growled and leapt on it, digging her claws in and avoiding its jaws as it tried to get hold of her.
    Valentine appeared in view and she motioned for him to leave but he stood firm as the werewolf went straight for him. She jumped from its back, trying to kick at it but missing. It roared at Valentine. On the edge of her senses, she picked up the other werewolf and turned in time to see it crossing the bridge.
    She looked back at Valentine. He growled with effort and twisted the werewolf’s arm, snapping it clean in two and forcing the bone through its skin. It whimpered and tried to escape, but he blocked its path and grabbed it around the throat, crushing it to strangle the beast as it struggled against him.
    She ducked when she felt the second werewolf leap towards her and rolled underneath it. Coming to a standing position, her eyes widened when she saw that she’d allowed it to run straight at Valentine.
    “Valentine!” she almost screamed his name.
    He turned just in time to catch hold of the werewolf’s front legs.
    She grimaced as the stars began to itch and her right hand tingled. She could feel the power growing inside of her as the marks became hot, burning her skin until she could almost feel the ones on her back connecting to those on her front. When Valentine was thrown to the floor, threads of purple crackled between her fingers, making them prickle with tiny spots of pain as the magic passed through them.
    Her breathing became heavy when she watched Valentine stand with a wobble and the werewolf began to close in. He couldn’t fight any more. She couldn’t let him fight any more.
    She looked down at her hand where the magic was beginning to grow. It twisted ever faster as it formed a ball of purple and became white as it started to move so fast that she could no longer make out the individual threads.
    “Valentine!” she shouted at him while he grappled with the werewolf again, his face contorting in pain. “Run!”
    The moment he rolled to one side, she grasped hold of her right wrist, letting her palm face the werewolf. It turned to look at her and snarled as it started towards her. She curled her hand into a fist, forcing the power back inside of her, and drew it back as far as it would go.
    The werewolf pounced.
    She slammed her fist into it, punching a hole straight through its chest and releasing the magic inside of it.
    The werewolf yelped and exploded, showering the square with blood and flesh.
    Panting hard, she fell to her knees, her head spinning, and closed her eyes.
    “Prophecy?” Valentine’s voice appeared close to her and she looked at him. He was plastered with bits of werewolf and was gripping his shoulder. “Are you all right?”
    “Fine,” she said and pushed herself up into in a sitting position. “Just feel a little weak.”
    “What in the Devil’s name happened?”
    “I don’t know.” She stared at the amulet. He’d been in danger. The witches had told her that the strength would be called whenever her heart feared. She’d been scared that she was going to lose Valentine.
    He offered his hand to her and