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(AN: there are still questions last chapter regarding the form of MC. the MC has no lycan form, or we can all say the werewolf form. either he is in human form or fully transformed 3 meters wolf form. his bloodline of Corvinus intended to eliminate all of his werewolf linage traits to strengthen his base form the human form and that is also the reason why he awakened late unlike the other werewolf.
this Corvinus bloodline is devouring his other half slowly to strengthen him without transformation but this event forcing him to awaken his mothers traits the lunar wolf bloodline. in the end only the lycan form is erased. all of his lycan perks is activated passively in base form(human form) so transforming to ugly and monstrous werewolf form is not needed)
Morning came slowly to Beacon Hills.
The forest still smelled of smoke and blood.
Broken hunter vehicles lay scattered across the clearing. Trees were shredded by claws. Weapons and spent ammunition littered the ground.
The battlefield had gone silent.
At the center of the devastation stood the Hale pack.
Talia Hale surveyed the damage with calm but heavy eyes. Around her, wolves moved carefully through the wreckage, ensuring no hunters remained hidden.
Not a single one had stayed.
They had run.
Beside her, Derek Hale crouched near a destroyed truck.
He looked toward the edge of the clearing.
Arthur sat alone on a fallen tree.
His head lowered.
Snow-white hair moved softly in the wind.
The transformation had ended hours ago, yet the change remained.
His hair had not returned to black.
And when he lifted his gaze slightly, Derek could still see the faint crimson glow in his eyes.
Derek exhaled slowly.
"That wasn't a normal shift."
Talia followed his gaze.
"No," she replied quietly.
"That was evolution. or more like atavism"
(AN: for those who don't know, atavism. it is like the bloodline is evolving back close to the source their ancestors. for example, some scientist says that we human evolved from the monkeys. if atavism is applied to us, some of us will have monkey tail)
The Lunar Bloodline
Arthur remained silent for a long moment.
Then he finally spoke.
"Talia."
She approached him slowly.
Arthur lifted his head.
"Gerard said something before he ran."
His crimson eyes narrowed.
"He said my mother wasn't just a werewolf."
Talia did not answer immediately.
The wind moved through the broken forest.
Finally she spoke.
"I didn't know you're a werewolf like us, you don't smell like one"
"yes you are stronger and faster, but there are supernatural with those characteristics"
"not until—" she stopped and look to arthur
"not until my full transformation happens"
"There are stories," she said quietly.
"Older than the Hale family."
Arthur waited.
"They speak of wolves who grew stronger under the full moon… far stronger than normal alphas."
Arthur's eyes sharpened.
"Lunar Wolves."
Talia nodded once.
"But they were nearly wiped out centuries ago."
Hunters had hunted them relentlessly.
They had been too powerful.
Too dangerous.
Arthur leaned forward slightly.
"And now?"
Talia looked at him carefully.
"Now we know one survived."
But something about Arthur still troubled her.
Because Lunar Wolves had never been connected to the Corvinus bloodline before.
Arthur might be the first of something entirely new.
The forest shifted quietly.
Arthur's senses caught the movement immediately.
Someone had approached.
Arthur looked toward the trees.
The same figure stepped from the shadows.
The Guardian.
The faint sigil on the back of his hand glowed softly.
Arthur stood.
"So," Arthur said.
"You're the one who's been watching me."
The Guardian studied him silently.
"Yes."
Arthur folded his arms.
"Then start explaining."
The Guardian walked closer.
"For thirteen years I ensured you survived."
Arthur frowned.
"You watched me my entire life?"
The guardian nodded once.
"You are the last descendant of Alexander Corvinus."
Arthur sighed.
"Yeah. Gerard already gave me that speech."
"so, Alexander, William, Marcus and Michael are true?"
'so underworld series is connected to this world. its more dangerous than i thought' Arthur though.
The Guardian continued calmly.
"But what happened last night was only the beginning."
Arthur's eyes narrowed.
"Ancient families from my clan will noticed me, Vampires and Werewolves alike."
The Guardian's voice was quiet.
"The Corvinus bloodline awakens in stages."
Arthur stared at him, asked the obvious question.
"What happens next?"
The Guardian looked toward the rising sun.
Then answered with one word.
"War."
***
Far from Beacon Hills—
Inside a hidden hunter medical facility—
Machines beeped steadily.
Gerard Argent lay in a hospital bed.
His left leg was gone.
His arm hung uselessly beside him.
Bandages wrapped most of his body.
But his eyes were wide awake.
Cold.
Calculating.
A surviving hunter spoke quietly.
"We lost nearly the entire strike force."
Gerard said nothing.
But his mind was already working.
Arthur Corvinus was not simply a monster.
He was something unprecedented.
And that made him valuable.
Across the room—
A second hospital bed moved.
Kate Argent slowly opened her remaining eye.
The other was gone.
A long scar ran across half her face.
The nurse hesitated.
Kate slowly raised a hand and touched the bandages.
Then she laughed softly.
"That pup…"
Her smile widened deviously.
"I'm going to enjoy killing her."
Rumors Spread
Across the world—
Whispers began spreading through the supernatural underground.
In Eastern Europe—
Ancient vampires spoke quietly about the return of the Corvinus bloodline.
"Michael's bloodline still survive until the end."
(AN: they know there are last blood survives, but they did not know on what linage survive.
under Alexander the ancestors of Corvinus, there is William who became a werewolf after bitten by a wolf, his blood mutates and turn him into a werewolf, same as Marcus who is bitten by a bat.
the third one is Michael the who stayed human until the end, same as his children. but along the way their descendants mutates base on what they eat or environment they live.
they didn't transform via magic or any related rituals like the succeeding vampires and werewolves alike. they mutated naturally because of Alexander Corvinus unique genetics that can adapt on harsh environment.
in short, the reason why they are feared, aside from being the first supernatural of the world. they are immune to the spells, magic and magic artifacts. they have no weakness, unless killed overwhelmingly. all of their servants accepted their blood can't kill them because of the bloodline curse that can't betray their master.)
In Japan—
A hidden wolf clan leader studied the reports of a white wolf beneath the full moon.
a young maiden ask the leader "master, there is still a surviving lunar wolf, we need to help him... before hunters do"
In South America—
Hunter organizations debated whether Arthur was the beginning of a new supernatural war.
One thing was certain.
A name had begun to circulate.
Arthur Corvinus.
The Lunar Wolf.
A New Threat
Deep beneath an unknown city—
Ancient texts were being studied.
A symbol of the Corvinus bloodline was carved into stone.
A hooded figure listened to the reports silently.
"So it has begun."
One of the researchers spoke nervously.
"The last Corvinus descendant has awakened."
The leader looked toward an ancient mural depicting the origins of vampires and Lycans.
Then he spoke calmly.
"If the bloodline has returned…"
His eyes darkened.
"…then the ancient war will begin again."
Agents were already being dispatched.
Beacon Hills had become the center of something much larger.
Back in Beacon Hills—
Arthur trained with the Hale pack.
Even in human form, his strength had grown dramatically.
Derek attacked first.
Arthur blocked him effortlessly.
Laura tried next.
Arthur dodged her strike before she finished moving.
Even Talia noticed the difference.
Arthur had become something beyond a normal Alpha.
And when night came—
The moon rose again.
Arthur stood beneath it quietly.
His crimson eyes glowed brighter.
But this time—
He remained completely in control.
The Warning
Later that night—
The Guardian prepared to leave.
Arthur stopped him.
"You said war was coming."
The Guardian nodded.
Arthur asked:
"With who exactly?"
The Guardian looked toward the dark horizon.
"Everyone."
Vampires.
Hunters.
wizards.
witches.
elementals.
Ancient packs.
Creatures older than all of them.
Arthur frowned.
"And you?"
The Guardian's expression remained unreadable.
"I stand with the side that survives."
Then he disappeared into the forest.
The Last Blood
Arthur walked to the hill overlooking Beacon Hills.
The full moon hung above the town once again.
Wind moved through his snow-white hair.
His crimson eyes glowed beneath the silver light.
Arthur stared at the horizon.
Somewhere out there—
Enemies were already moving.
He cracked his knuckles slowly.
"If the whole supernatural world wants a fight…"
Arthur smirked.
"…they're going to get one."