Teen Wolf : Real supernatural

Chapter 7: Gathering Storm

Beacon Hills – The Calm Before the Chaos

The town remained still under the cloak of night, but beneath the surface, unseen forces were moving. Something ancient, something malevolent, was awakening.

Scott McCall sat in his bedroom, staring blankly at the floor, his mind racing. The Hunter Leader's words echoed in his head.

"Are you ready to throw away your peaceful life? Once you learn the truth, you can never go back."

He wanted to believe that he was ready—that he could handle whatever was coming. But deep down, something told him this wasn't like the threats they had faced before.

This wasn't just another supernatural problem.

This was war.

A knock on his window made him snap out of his thoughts. He turned, expecting Stiles—but instead, he found Lydia Martin standing outside, her expression tense.

Scott quickly opened the window. "Lydia? What's wrong?"

She climbed inside, arms crossed. "I just had a vision."

Scott frowned. "A banshee vision?"

Lydia nodded, her green eyes filled with something close to fear. "I heard screaming. Not just one person—hundreds. And then… I saw a black sun rising over Beacon Hills."

Scott's stomach tightened. "What does that mean?"

Lydia swallowed hard. "I don't know. But it felt like the beginning of something—something huge."

Scott took a deep breath, his fists clenching. The faction leaders had already warned him that the Neamoton was failing. Now, Lydia was having visions of a massacre.

This wasn't a coincidence.

It was a warning.

The Arrival of the Factions

Unbeknownst to the town, forces far greater than they could comprehend were converging.

On the outskirts of Beacon Hills, the first wave of supernatural reinforcements began to arrive.

The Vampire Faction was the first to step out of the shadows. A sea of figures dressed in black, their movements unnaturally smooth, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. Leading them was their Leader, his presence alone enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. He moved with eerie precision, his very existence a symbol of control and calculated destruction.

The Werewolf Faction arrived next, their presence wild and untamed. A group of warriors, each one radiating the raw power of the moon's light, their golden eyes shining like stars in the darkness. Their Leader, the strongest among them, walked ahead, a smirk on his face, a bottle of vodka in one hand.

Then came the Magician Faction, stepping into the town like ghosts. Each magician specialized in a different element, their arcane energy pulsing through the air. Their Leader moved calmly, his eyes scanning the supernatural flow of the town, understanding its weaknesses with a single glance.

And finally, the Hunter Faction—the most feared of them all. They did not move like an army. They moved like executioners, silent, precise, lethal. Their Leader stood ahead of them, his sharp eyes locked on Beacon Hills.

The four Faction Leaders stood together at the edge of the town.

The Hunter Leader exhaled. "It begins."

The Vampire Leader smirked. "Beacon Hills has no idea what's coming."

The Werewolf Leader chuckled, stretching his arms. "I just hope they don't break too easily."

The Magician Leader remained silent, observing the town, already sensing the Drach's growing influence.

This place would soon become a battlefield.

The Drach's Next Move

Deep in the abandoned catacombs beneath Beacon Hills, the Drach were preparing their next ritual.

The Necromancer stood at the center of the chamber, surrounded by dark symbols drawn in blood. Candles flickered as his undead army stood motionless, waiting for his command.

One of his lieutenants, a cloaked sorcerer, approached. "The four factions have arrived."

The Necromancer remained still. "As expected."

The sorcerer hesitated. "Should we change our plans?"

The Necromancer turned, his glowing red eyes filled with cold determination. "No. We proceed as planned."

The lieutenant bowed. "And the boy?"

For a moment, there was silence.

Then the Necromancer spoke.

"Scott McCall will learn the price of interfering."

The Hunters Make Their Move

Scott and his pack had gathered at the animal clinic, the only place they felt safe discussing what was happening.

Chris Argent was already there, along with Sheriff Stilinski, who looked more exhausted than ever.

"We need to figure out what's coming," Scott said, his voice firm.

Argent sighed. "Scott, you don't understand. This isn't something you can fight head-on. The demons… the Drach… this is beyond anything you've faced."

Before Scott could respond, the door burst open.

The Hunter Leader walked in, his presence alone enough to make the entire room fall silent.

Scott stood up. "You again."

The Hunter Leader ignored him and turned to Argent. "The factions are here."

Argent's eyes widened. "Already?"

"They're not waiting any longer."

Sheriff Stilinski rubbed his temples. "Okay, can someone explain what the hell is going on? What are these factions? What do they want?"

The Hunter Leader finally looked at Scott. "They're here to stop the Drach. To end this before it's too late."

Scott frowned. "Then why tell us to stay out of it?"

The Hunter Leader took a step forward, his expression unreadable.

"Because once you join this fight, there is no way back."

Scott stared at him, unflinching. "Then tell me the truth. What's really going on?"

The Hunter Leader studied him for a long moment.

Then, for the first time, he spoke without his usual coldness.

"The Neamoton isn't just a seal."

Scott's breath caught. "What?"

The Hunter Leader continued.

"It's a branch of the World Tree—a force that protects this world from complete demonic invasion. The Drach have been weakening it for centuries. And now, it's nearly broken."

Silence fell over the room.

Argent was the first to speak. "And if it falls?"

The Hunter Leader's expression darkened.

"The gates of Hell will open."

The Beginning of War

At that moment, a loud explosion rocked the town.

Everyone turned toward the window—flames erupted in the distance, lighting up the night sky.

Then, the screams began.

Scott's eyes widened. "No…"

The Hunter Leader exhaled. "It's started."

Before anyone could react, a dark presence filled the room. The shadows twisted unnaturally, and then—

A figure emerged from the darkness.

The Necromancer.

Scott froze, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

The Necromancer's red eyes locked onto him. "Scott McCall," he said, his voice like death itself. "You should have listened."

And then—

Darkness consumed the room.

— End of Chapter 7 —