First Chapter of Wings of Beasts: The Kold-Bloods


Two royal brothers fight alongside one another to once again conquer another planet. It is small. The sustainable life forms that have lived here for millennia can sustain no more. One of the brothers, the youngest of thirty-seven remaining children and their rulers’ favorite, takes his staff and thrusts one end of the sharpest blade into an innocent life form’s midsection. The now deceased disappears into bright red ashes.

    One of the creatures is overwhelmed with grief as he witnesses his own being viciously murdered or captured. It can’t contain itself and makes a sound, alarming the remaining of its kind to rally against Dorian and the other invaders of its planet. The colorful beings hear the call, and all flock to the vicinity of the leader. They leap rebelliously on Dorian, with the hopes of killing the leader and sending the rest of the invaders to surrender.

    Dorian’s older brother, Tarvos, watches as they cover him, weighing him down and attempting to bring him to his knees. Instead of aiding his brother, he stands back, anticipating the demise of the young arrogant prince. He knew this would happen someday, and a feeling of satisfaction makes him smile inside. To even see Dorian on bended knee would be a treat. Oh, how he will tell the others. Come on. Kill the bastard. He thinks to himself.

    The Vivadians cloak him entirely, cooling their bodies to a dangerous lower temperature to kill the great beast. Dorian never calls out for help, but can feel his body temperature drop rapidly. Instead, he flexes his shoulders, allowing his wings to make themselves visible. The sheer force, kills the creatures that thought they could kill the great prince.

    He stands erect, chest fully visible and soaking wet in coloration from the Vivadians.

    Those that witness the ferocious beast in action, finally surrender. They will be rounded up as slaves, agreeing to work, live, and die for their new masters, and protect them with their lives. Much as the requirement of pets.

    Dorian’s wings recede back into the confines of his shoulder blades as he walks towards Tarvos. “Feel free to make yourself useful at any time.” He shakes off the remaining sludge before other slaves bring him clean clothes, placing another black vest and shield over his chest.

     “I knew you didn’t need me, young brother,” Tarvos answers respectably, displeased with his brother’s survival. But he’d be a fool to expect anything less of the prince.

    As the two brothers look around at the piles of multi-colored ashes and all is silent, Dorian signals for his entire army to finish, so they can leave this planet.

    “You’ve done it again, young brother!” Tarvos ruffles Dorian’s jet-black hair.

    Both brothers are undeniably handsome, having tall, muscular statures, chiseled chins that are too perfect to believe, and piercing solid gray eyes that almost seem to radiate with enticement.

    “Get off, Tarvos,” Dorian chuckles, shoving him back playfully.

    Tarvos looks around derisively. “What shall become of this planet, eh? Another place of retreat for our family when they wish to get away?” He scans the area, noticing all the dust that blows. Everything on the planet is full of vibrant colors— the creatures, the plant life, even the air that blows has a mixture of crimson and lavender tint.

    Tarvos wipes his blade clean of the slimy, lavender blood that remains. “Poor bastards.”

    With one slight squeeze, the blade retracts back into its natural state. It is no more than half the size of a nightstick. “And another planet falls to the great Dorian A’Kraine!”

    Tarvos thrusts his now harmless staff into the air to celebrate his brother’s victory. The mass legion that aided in the victory, and was willing to give their lives for their imperial young master’s cause, stop to thrust their staffs in the air as well, hollering out a triumphant roar. They celebrate, mainly because, to have their name whispered as being among the brave mass of heroes who fought alongside the great Dorian A’Kraine will get much attention from the females. If they die, their memory will live on as having made the greatest sacrifice of them all.

    “What a dump.” Tarvos calls attention to the vivid planet, stepping on some poor soul’s ashes.

    Dorian scans his surroundings, looking at the planet unfulfilled, realizing the victory was too easy. The life forms were too peaceful. There was no true challenge, and so, no worthy opponent.

    Both brothers get inside their transport, feeling quite disappointed. With one touch, the air drifter transforms to a shimmering black shuttle, stretching out to appease the brothers’ lavish tastes.

    The enslaved driver wears a metallic, yet flashy, collar around his neck, and pushes a button to seal the door closed. The straps automatically wrap themselves securely around the royal passengers as the drifter holds precious cargo.

    Dorian leans back in a relaxed state, ready for the long trek home. He recalls the planets they have conquered before, and how, after seeing they were no match, let his legion of fierce warriors take it over with ease. He rides home, flipping through images of other planets or destinations on a clear device, hoping to find his next quest in a formidable time. The great galaxy is full of planets. Some as little as the smallest of islands, and some as large as the brothers’ homeland. As they cruise the galaxy returning home, Dorian continues, searching to reveal what his next challenge will be.

    Tarvos sits back, interlacing his fingers together behind his head and closes his eyes, having no care in the matter. He tags along with his younger brother so that he, too, can have his name whispered on the ladies’ lips. When it comes to the females, he has quite the sexual appetite. Tarvos begins to think about the great night he will have with all his female consorts. A sensual smile crawls on his lips and already he threatens to kill any Aubadian who breaks him from his thoughts as he gets into his own little world to think about how many Eclayvens he will allow to his room and further into his bed.

    Dorian flips past an image of a great green and blue planet with faint white surroundings, but quickly flips back, returning to the image. He narrows his eyes, staring intensely to study the data on the screen that is outlined in red, next the planet’s picture. He zooms in closer and closer, until he has reached the images from the planet’s satellites.

    When he started this trivial pursuit to conquer smaller planets, he was told that this great planet was never to be touched. That it was one of the most diverse and greatest planets of them all. To even attempt to conquer this world would mean an end to their own existence. However, it is this planet. This is the planet that he has set his eyes upon. This is the planet that will make or break their very existence. Therefore, as he looks upon the planet, he sees the very object that will destroy him if he does not take that chance. It will be his sole life’s work. His greatest challenge. If he is killed by the life forms that exist there, then it will be a death worth having. Aaah. This planet will be the one. It is the one. The planet that he will seek to conquer next. A planet called…Earth.