The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: The Attack on Vampires (I)

(Third Person)

~Eastern Woods~

The night sky split with the roar of engines as helicopter blades churned the air, their thundering echo rolling across the treetops like an oncoming storm.

Then came the first flash, a burst of fire streaking down and cutting through the darkness.

The bombs hit with bone-shaking force. Earth erupted and trees splintered as flames swallowed the undergrowth in hungry gulps.

The stillness of the woods was gone in an instant, replaced with shrieks, with smoke, and with chaos.

The vampires scattered. Some bolted into the shadows, their speed a blur, while others stood frozen until the fire consumed them.

One screamed as shrapnel tore through his leg, his body tumbling across the burning ground. Another was crushed beneath a falling trunk, the flames eating their way up bark and skin alike.

"Run!" a voice bellowed in the darkness. "Scatter, don’t stay together!"

But scattering was as dangerous as staying put. And just then, a bomb struck again, closer this time, and the explosion hurled two figures into the air like rag dolls. The thunder of another detonation drowned out their cries.

The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood and the acrid bite of smoke. The vampires’ pale faces were lit in flashes, their eyes wide with fury, terror, and disbelief.

They were definitely not expecting this sneak attack from the Humans otherwise, they would have left the Eastern woods.

"Humans," one of the vampires hissed, his fangs bared as he dragged a wounded comrade to his feet. "They dare—"

In another location, a machine gun spat from above, the spray of bullets slicing through the canopy, cutting down branches and bodies.

A vampire darted between trees, his speed a blur, but even he couldn’t outrun the rain of fire. His body jerked mid-stride before collapsing, his blood soaking into the dirt.

Another tried to scale a tree, to launch himself at the black shadow of a helicopter overhead. But the bomb dropped before he reached the top, and the explosion swallowed him whole, his scream lost in the inferno.

All around, the Eastern Woods burned. Shadows danced wildly, torn by firelight and death.

The vampires who survived fled deeper into the forest, their speed the only shield they had. Some shouted names into the smoke, calling for kin who would never answer.

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~Duskmoor’s Government House~

The Eastern Woods burned across the wide projection screen.

Helicopter feeds showed the forest below as bombs bloomed like fiery flowers and shockwaves rippling through the night.

Vampires flashed in and out of sight, some too slow, caught in bursts of fire, their bodies collapsing into the inferno.

Inside the conference room, the air was cool. Senators sat in leather chairs, their faces lit by the glow of destruction, eyes wide with awe, horror, and grim approval.

Mayor Brackham stood at the head of the table, hands clasped behind his back, his reflection caught faintly in the glass wall behind him.

He didn’t flinch at the screams carried faintly through the feed. If anything, his lips pulled into a cruel line of satisfaction.

"Look at them scatter," one senator muttered, leaning forward, his knuckles white around his glass of water. "Like rats."

~Eastern Woods~

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