The Curse Prince Domination

"Let the fun begin," Were declared, spreading his arms wide as hulking figures emerged from the shadows. These were not the ordinary werewolves the hunters had fought earlier. Their massive frames rippled with muscle, and their glowing eyes burned with cruel intelligence.

Desmond clenched his fists, his claws glinting under the moonlight. "Great. Just what we needed—reinforcements."

"No," Were corrected, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "These are my elites, my finest creations. Stronger, faster, and far more obedient than you ever were, Desmond."

Adam, still trying to steady his breath from the earlier skirmish, muttered, "Tsk, more of them."

Gaston wiped the blood from his lips as he rose to his feet, tightening his grip on his sword. "Less talking, more fighting."

"Says the guy who was just eating dirt a moment ago."

The werewolves didn't wait for an invitation. With deafening roars, they charged forward as one, their movements blurring with unnatural speed.

Desmond was the first to meet them, his claws slashing through the air. He managed to parry the initial strike of one beast, but the sheer force of its attack sent him skidding backward. "These things hit like a battering ram!" he growled.

Adam raised his hands, summoning a wave of winter sand mixed with silver dust. The icy grains swirled in a controlled vortex, slamming into two werewolves and forcing them back. The silver burned their fur and skin, eliciting pained howls, but they didn't stop. "Tough crowd," Adam muttered, dodging a swipe aimed at his head.

Gaston, lunged at a third werewolf. His sword clashed against its claws, the ringing sound echoing in the chaos. "I don't care how 'elite' you are," he grunted, shoving the beast back and driving his blade into its side. "You'll still bleed!"

"Focus!" Desmond barked, twisting away from a lunging werewolf. "They're coordinated. Watch each other's backs!"

Adam rolled his eyes as he dodged another swipe, ice forming along his fingertips.

He swept his hand forward, sending a hail of ice shards toward two approaching werewolves. The shards embedded into their thick hides, some breaking through to their flesh. One staggered, but the other powered through, leaping at him with claws extended.

Instinct took over, and Adam formed a compact shield of winter sand just in time. The werewolf collided with it, snarling as the silver-infused barrier seared its flesh. "You guys really don't know when to quit, do you?" Adam muttered before dispersing the shield into jagged spikes that pierced the werewolf's chest.

Meanwhile, Gaston faced off against two werewolves at once, their synchronized attacks forcing him to constantly move. He ducked a swipe from one while parrying the other's bite with his blade. "How about some help over here?" he shouted.

Desmond was already on his way, his partially transformed arm tearing through one werewolf's throat. Blood sprayed across the cobblestones as the beast fell, writhing. Desmond launched himself at the werewolf attacking Gaston, tackling it to the ground. With a feral snarl, he drove his claws into its heart, ending its life.

Gaston gave him a curt nod. "Thanks."

Desmond didn't respond, his attention snapping back to the battlefield. More werewolves were emerging, their howls echoing through the night.

Adam stood his ground, summoning another barrage of silver-laced ice shards to keep the beasts at bay. "This is getting out of hand. Any bright ideas?" he called out, narrowly avoiding another attack.

Desmond's eyes darted to Ray, who was pulling himself up from where he had been thrown, steadily making his way through the chaos. "Ray!" Desmond shouted. "Call them!"

Ray hesitated, his club resting against his shoulder. "Are you sure?"

"We've got no choice, do we?" Desmond replied, gritting his teeth as he fended off another werewolf.

Ray nodded solemnly and turned, sprinting toward the east. As he disappeared into the distance, Desmond, Adam, and Gaston stood their ground against the oncoming horde.

Were watched them from afar, his grin widening. "Let's see how long you can last."

Desmond bloodied but unyielding. A smirk curled on his lips as he cracked his neck. "Oh, I can do this all day."

Without hesitation, his transformation deepened. His legs elongated, muscles bulging as coarse fur sprouted across his calves, and his feet morphed into lupine claws. His arms, already wolf-like, grew even more sinewy. The added speed was immediate. He blurred forward, leaving a shallow crater where he had stood.

"Is that all you've got, Were?" Desmond snarled, his voice dripping with defiance.

Were sidestepped with ease, catching Desmond's wrist mid-swing. "Impressive," he remarked, his tone calm yet mocking. "But still incomplete." With a brutal twist, he flung Desmond into a nearby wall, the stone crumbling upon impact.

Desmond surged to his feet, undeterred. He lashed out with his claws in rapid succession, each swipe aiming for Were's vitals. Were blocked and parried with precision, moving like a phantom. Their blows created shockwaves, the ground beneath them cracking from the sheer force of their strikes.

"Your strength is admirable, Desmond," Were said, his grin widening. "But you're still just a shadow of what I want to make."

Desmond roared, feinting left before delivering a spinning kick to Were's ribs. The impact made Were skid backward, but he recovered quickly, lunging forward with his claws aimed at Desmond's throat. Desmond ducked, grabbing Were's wrist and using his momentum to throw him into the rubble of a nearby building.

Meanwhile, Adam was holding his own against a pack of the elite werewolves. One lunged at him from the side, and he reacted instinctively, forming a wall of winter sand infused with silver dust. The beast smashed into it, howling as the silver burned its flesh.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Adam quipped, sending shards of frozen silver-laced sand hurtling toward another werewolf. The beast dodged, but Adam followed up with a sweeping arc of ice, slicing through its flank.

Bang!!

A loud bang echoed across the battlefield. Lefou, perched on a nearby rooftop, fired his blunderbuss, scattering silver dust into the air. The particles glimmered as they settled, creating a lethal haze that forced several werewolves to retreat.

Adam glanced up, panting. "Nice shot, Fatguy! Got any more of that silver dust?"

Lefou smirked as he tossed a small pouch to Adam. "Always ready! And for god's sake, it's Lefou!"

Catching the pouch, Adam quickly manipulated the silver dust, combining it with his icy constructs. He created a spiraling blizzard around him, the particles slicing into the approaching werewolves like razor-sharp daggers.

Back at the center of the chaos, Desmond and Were continued their brutal clash. Desmond's strikes became faster, his wolf-like limbs granting him agility that rivaled Were's. He feinted a punch before slashing at Were's chest, his claws tearing through the skin of Were's chest and leaving shallow gashes.

Were snarled, his eyes glowing with fury. He countered with a devastating backhand that sent Desmond sprawling. Before Desmond could recover, Were was on him, his claws digging into Desmond's shoulders.

"Do you feel it, Desmond?" Were hissed, his voice low and menacing. "The weakness creeping in? Your incomplete transformation will always hold you back."

Desmond gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing. "Shut up!" With a surge of strength, he kicked Were off him, flipping to his feet. His claws glinted in the moonlight as he lunged again, this time driving his knee into Were's stomach.

Were staggered but recovered quickly, slamming both fists into the ground. The shockwave knocked Desmond off balance, giving Were an opening to deliver a powerful uppercut. Desmond was launched into the air, but he twisted mid-flight, landing on all fours like a predator.

"Tsk.. Still standing," Desmond growled, his breath ragged.

The fight was interrupted by Adam's shout. "Gaston! The container! Get it down!"

Gaston, battling two werewolves, glanced at the massive water container perched precariously on an iron stand. His eyes narrowed. With a powerful swing of his sword, he struck the stand, the metal groaning under the strain before giving way.

BANG!

The container toppled, crashing to the ground with a deafening noise. Water gushed out, flooding the area.

Adam immediately pressed his palm to the soaked ground. The water froze in an instant, spreading out in jagged, crystalline patterns. The werewolves snarled as their movements became sluggish, their claws slipping on the slick surface.

"Not done yet," Adam muttered, his voice steady. With a sharp motion, he raised his hand, and the frozen water erupted into spikes. The jagged ice spears impaled several werewolves, their howls cutting through the chaos.

Were paused, his gaze darting to the frozen battlefield. His grin widen. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Desmond took advantage of Were's distraction, launching himself forward. His speed and precision caught Were off guard, his claws raking deep into Were's side.

Were hissed in pain, his composure cracking. "You'll regret that."

"Bring it," Desmond snarled, his voice filled with determination as the battle continued in a frenzy of claws, ice, and silver.

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The eastern side of the village was a flurry of activity as a band of militias and hunters worked together to escort the last group of villagers to safety. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the distant howls of werewolves, but the group pressed on, their weapons gleaming in the dim light.

Robin Hood stood atop a broken cart, his bow drawn. The silver-tipped arrow gleamed as he took aim at an approaching werewolf, its bloodied maw snarling as it charged.

"Not today," Robin muttered, releasing the arrow. It whistled through the air before striking the beast squarely in the chest. The werewolf let out a guttural howl before collapsing to the ground.

"Monsieur Hood," Little John called from nearby, swinging a hefty mace at another werewolf. The creature crumpled under the blow as he turned to face Robin. "The villagers are almost evacuated. They're gathering at the church."

Robin nodded, surveying the scene. "Good. Let the militias guard the premises and secure the area. We're heading south."

"Where Desmond is?" Little John asked, his voice heavy with concern.

Robin's face hardened. "Exactly. He'll need our help."

Little John didn't hesitate. "Understood." He bellowed a command to the remaining Merrymen, who quickly regrouped.

The band moved out, cutting through the chaos as they marched. The occasional werewolf lunged at them, but the group dispatched each one with practiced efficiency. Arrows flew, blades swung, and the streets were littered with fallen creatures as they advanced.

As they turned a corner, a bloodied figure stumbled toward them, his ragged breathing audible even over the din of the night. Robin raised a hand, signaling the group to stop.

"Ray?" Robin called out, recognizing the man.

Ray staggered closer, clutching his side, his face pale but determined.

"Where are you going? What happened to Desmond?" Robin asked urgently.

Ray took a moment to catch his breath before replying, his voice strained. "The leader of the werewolves is there. Desmond's holding them off with the others, but they won't last long. I'm heading to get reinforcements, help him will ya"

Robin's jaw tightened, and he gave a sharp nod. "Understood. We'll handle it."

Ray nodded back, his resolve clear despite his injuries. "Hurry."

Robin motioned to the Merrymen. "Double time, men. Let's move!"

As Ray veered toward a seemingly untouched caravan at the edge of the chaos, the Merrymen picked up their pace, their determination burning brighter than ever. The sounds of battle grew louder as they neared the southern front, ready to join the fight and tip the scales in Desmond's favor.

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[ Hey, Phoenix here! Sorry for not uploading lately—I've been making the most of my break by binge-watching some new movies. Honestly, it was worth it! I picked up a lot of ideas and learned so much, especially from Moana 2.

I also want to mention that I can't post as often as I'd like since I'm busy keeping up with my studies. Writing is just a hobby for me, but I'll do my best to upload at least 5 chapters every week.

That's all for now. Thank you so much for your support! ]