The Bradfords were warriors, Lovers
and the King’s Champion. These words had been spoken,
four hundred years ago in Nordic Ireland when the first
Bradford was born. They had been taught to every
Bradford Heir, spoken and repeated from one generation
to the next. These words are the Bradford’s philosophy
and the words they each live by.
To Live is to Die and To Die is to
Live.
Death passes into Life as Life passes
into Death.
You can not have one without the
other.
Wisdom is gained.
Respect is earned.
Experience is won.
You must find Peace within yourself
and Life is what you make it.
Death is only another step into Life.
Respect Yourself.
Respect Others.
Because finding Acceptance within
Yourself is the hardest Battle ever won.
Lord of Defense, Ian Todd “Dark
Wolf” Bradford ~ the King’s Champion of Nordic Ireland....
It was during the Dark Ages. A time when all of
Ireland was at war within her borders. Clansmen fighting
Clansmen. Brother against Brother. It was a dark time
for Ireland as war ravaged and plundered her people. It
was during the height of Ireland‘s Civil Unrest, when
The Dark Wolf, defending the honor of his Family and his
betrothed against his King, is thought to be slain. His
body was never found. Rumors of a Wolf Pack led by The
Dark Wolf were repeated across Northern Ireland, seeking
Vengeance on his former King and the Royal Family.
Reeking Havoc on the very ones who destroyed his Family
and the virtue of his Betrothed. And The Legend Of The
Dark Wolf was born. It had been passed down from
generation to generation in every Bradford household
since then. Dwindling into stories and fairy tales. The
Bradford Heir is thought to be The Dark Wolf. Still
defending the honor and the virtue of his family and his
betrothed against any who bring them.
The
Dark Wolf
The year is 1997..... She was 14. He
was 17. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But, it did…
And The Dark Wolf whimpers in
anticipation of his regeneration….
"The Dark Wolf - Part I"
