Novels by omotayo

Just as Lyrien was been dragged away the masked men came in."Take him to the cells," a guard growled, shoving Lyrien roughly. As the prisoner stumbled forward, a hail of gunfire erupted behind them. "Get down!" one of the masked attackers shouted, as they began to pick off the guards one by one.The hail of bullets continued, filling the air with the deafening sounds of gunfire. The guards crumpled to the ground, one by one, their blood pooling on the concrete floor. Amid the chaos, Lyrien remained unscathed, the masked attackers closed in on him.The masked man was hesitant to lay hands on Lyrien, but the other man shouted that he shouldn't be scared. "He's been poisoned, he's weak," the second man said, gesturing to Lyrien. "He's no threat to us."The second gunman used his gun to prod Lyrien forward, herding him out of the room. As they left the room, Lyrien stumbled along, still reeling from the poison. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" he demanded.the gunmen pushed Lyrie

Erin slumped against the cold stone wall of his cell, his rotten hand throbbing with agony. The judgment's adjournment offered no solace.Suddenly, the air seemed to thicken, and the old woman witch materialized before him."Erin," she crooned, her eyes filled with ancient wisdom.Erin's gaze suddenly met hers, he looked with a mix of gratitude and desperation.She reached out with gnarled fingers, touching his afflicted area. A soothing warmth spread through his arm, easing the pain."Thank you," Erin whispered.The old woman's expression turned somber. "This respite is temporary. Your hand will soon be condemned totally if you find no cure."Erin's grip on his injured hand tightened. " I'm trying my best"The witch's eyes clouded. "Seek Aria's body immediately"Erin's determination ignited. "I will soon be able."Uncle Malcolm sank deeper into the warm bath, surrounded by the soft glow of candles and the gentle curves of scantily clad women. Wine glasses cluttered the marble counte

The creaking door broke the silence, and Aria's eyes widened as Arachne stumbled into the cell."Aria!" Arachne exclaimed, rushing into Aria's embrace."Have you been okay?" Aria asked, holding Arachne tight.Arachne's gaze at Aria's eyes. "As you can see... I'm here now."Aria's gaze fell upon Arachne's frail form."What do you mean?" Aria asked, concern etched on her face.Arachne's voice sounded firm. "I'm to be burned alongside you, come morning. After the Council's judgment."Aria's face twisted in anguish. "It's not fair! No one chooses their fate. The Moon Goddess decides everything."Her voice turned bitter. "I hate her for forgetting me, for abandoning me. She created me, yet I'm nothing to her."Arachne's gentle tone soothed Aria's anguish. "Don't blaspheme the Moon Goddess, child. She's still the mother of all wolves, witches, and healers."Aria's tears fell, her voice barely above a whisper. "I only wish my child could survive this."Arachne's expression turned somber. "Pe

Erin seethed, pounding on the dungeon doors. "Uncle Malcolm! How could you do this to me? My pack, the Blackwoods, are the most powerful in the city!"He paced, fury burning within. "Killing Elder Edgard, a lowly family, shouldn't warrant my arrest. He hid the truth about his daughter being a Cursed Wolf, deceiving our pack and others. He deserved death!"Erin's anger boiled over. "I'm the Alpha now! Everyone falls under my rule. I've worked tirelessly to reach this level, to earn my place. Why would you deprive me of my rightful title?"His voice echoed through the dungeon corridors. "I am the future of our pack! You're blinded by outdated traditions and weakness. I will not be imprisoned over this!""Your mentality makes you unfit to lead as Alpha," Uncle Malcolm declared, his voice firm but laced with disappointment. "It's not just physical power that determines a pack's leader. Your father, if he were still alive, would be ashamed of your actions."Erin's face twisted in rage. "Ho

The heavy door's electronic lock clicked, and the metal creaked as it swung open.The fluorescent lights overhead became flickered to life, which brought dimly lit corridor.Gunmen suddenly flooded in, with their boots echoing off on the cold concrete.Erith and Arachne's gazes met, ever since been locked, they are just seeing each other.Their isolated cells, now became exposed, which revealed Lyrien's limp form."Lyrien!" Erith's desperate cry pierced the air.Arachne rushed to Lyrien's cell, horror etched on his face.Lyrien lay unconscious, motionless on the unforgiving floor."Lyrien, no!" Erith's anguish echoed through the corridors.A gunman produced a keycard, unlocking Lyrien's private cell.The door slid open with a metallic screech.They dragged Lyrien out, his limp body bouncing against the floor.Erith and Arachne exchanged frantic glances between each other."Where are they taking him?" Arachne demanded.Lyrien's limp body was shoved forward, landing at Erin's feet.The

Erin swayed to the melancholic melody filling his room, his eyes closed in bliss. but the creaking door broke the spell. The old witch woman entered, her gnarled hands grasping her staff. "Erin, I sense an unusual aura," she said, her eyes narrowing. "You seem... triumphant." Erin's smile widened. "Of course, I always get what I want." The old woman's eyes widened. "You can't mean... Aria?" Erin's fingers flicked. A hidden door slid open, revealing a glass enclosure. Aria lay within, eyes closed, surrounded by ice. The old witch gasped. "Erin, how?" His smile twisted. "Now, my power will multiply. This body will be my vessel. Erin's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Now, it's time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain," Erin said, his voice dripping with entitlement. The old witch's gaze lingered on Aria's frozen form. "Ah, the legendary cursed wolf," she whispered, awe etched on her face. "Stories of her kind have been passed down for cent