When 19-year-old leukemia patient Rose discovers an urn in her father's basement, she's flipped out from believing the ordinary. Her life would have been perfect if she had left in ignorance of the unknown. Out of her curiosity, she had woken him. Emmett, of history, an ancient werewolf who was said to be the last of the three originals. He possessed a strong black magic that threatened the existence of the werewolves, was drugged by his lover, and was burnt alive by the Alpha of their time. His remains were stored in an urn Civilization had come. The history of Emmett had faded. No one believed in werewolves anymore. But Emmett’s ashes remained locked up in an urn. His urn is passed on from the hands of his lover to her last generation as a special art piece. Rose has six months to live, but she's a fighter; she learns more about Emmett while fighting for her life. She felt like she had a purpose she could fulfill in a short-term life. They both set out on a mission that will reveal the hidden things Rose didn't know of. What could be Rose's fate to live past her limited lifetime? What would happen when Emmett finds out who Kayla, his former lover's last blood is?
Lihat lebih banyakMy Father said my admission to the college would be withheld till there was good news about my health.
I know he's trying to protect me from knowing the truth; I'm not going to make it; I've embraced that already. I was diagnosed with chronic lymphocytic leukemia, and yes, I realized at the dying moment. I'm dying, folks. Cheers. Okay, now we're past that. 5:45 pm I lay in my bed, my journal right in front of me, ticking the little boxes on my daily to-do list. I stayed home for my chemotherapy. Gosh, I hate the smell of hospitals. My chemo, Check. Washed oozy, check. Ozzy is my pet, a cockapoo. I went on to the next box in line, ready to tick, when I heard my father's call from the kitchen, where he was making a smoothie for the both of us. “Ellen love, come downstairs the blender isn't working right!” His loud voice shrieked from the kitchen. “Coming, Dad.” I scurried out of my bed, dashing into the bathroom to moisturize my pale face; looking back at my reflection in the mirror, that uneasy feeling began curling up to the surface. Morris made a joke about my head looking like an egg; my little brother was right; my scalp was not far different from an egg. He had such good humor that made me sometimes forget my illness. Sprinkling a little water on my face grabbed a face towel that hung loosely to the lavatory. My dad is super proud of me. I fix little home appliances the best way I can. with the little knowledge I knew about them, I would repair it and it could last for a while. I made a beeline to the kitchen to help my Dad out. He was by the island, reviewing the faulty blender when I walked up to him. “It's gone bad again, hasn't it?” I asked, leaning on the island table beside my Dad. “You don't need to repair it, darling, I could go get a new one this evening” I shuddered. “No, it's cool, Dad, and besides, by evening, I wouldn't crave my favorite smoothie as I do now. My Dad looked at me through those thick-lensed glasses and smiled. “Alright champ, have a go at it.” I reached out to grab the blender to examine it myself. “Please can I have a screwdriver?” I turned to my dad who had made his way to retrieve an item from the fridge. I could guess it could be the fruits we were using to make smoothies. “You know I kept them in my basement, far away from where Morris could find them; I don't like him going through my stuff.” Yeah, Morris is always touchy with Dad's things. I know my Dad had cool things stocked up in his closet, I just never had time for snooping. Just my Ozzy and chasing my dreams of being the world's greatest vet. “You know what?” my Dad looked over his shoulder while he reached out for some eggs and milk we had in the fridge. “I could just make nice pancakes while we use the smoothie to step it down, how do you see that?” “That's perfect. Could you get me the tools? I'll be needing the screwdriver to open up the insides.” “Sure thing, love” “Here.” He pointed to his back pocket. “Take the key to my basement and get it quickly, it's in a black box on the same rack you know it will always be on.” “I retrieve the key from his tight pants pocket and skiddaddle to the basement.” I could hear my Dad while making my way down the basement. “Careful Rose.” ****** I'm not a fan of dark and cold places; that's why I never really loved trying to snoop in Dad's basement. His ultimate secret lair. My footsteps echoed as I went down the stairs, using my torchlight as my guide on one hand and the key to the basement on the other. It was 8 in the morning, but it felt like midnight here. Sliding the key into the door, it opens with one click. The inside of the confined space looked very homely. It kind of looked like a junk store with a large office table with a swivel chair in the middle and a brown bean bag chair lying by the corner of the room. It is a four-walled room that has tall racks attached to the wall on the two opposite sides. They were tall. From where I stood at the entrance to this room that always had a bit of mystery to me, the opposite wall was empty. Just a big painting of a wolf's head. I took my likeness for animals from my Dad. I strolled to the adjacent wall. That's where his toolbox is usually kept, the second rack from the top. I was certain my short skinny legs couldn't reach up to that height, so I picked up the platform ladder by my side and began climbing. I got to where I knew it could be, and oh my gosh. it wasn't there; nausea had already started to erupt from inside. I made a quick scan of the rack and something caught my attention. An object, rather. In my imagination, it shone brightly among the other irrelevant stuff that was lined up on the shelves. Like it had a spotlight on it, an inviting view. You could guess right, I went straight for it. It looked ancient and had handwritten runes on it, giving hieroglyphics. Very intriguing. I picked this old ceramic vase from where it sat comfortably on the rack and descended from the ladder. The thought of finding the toolbox had been neatly swept to the back of my mind. What the hell could this be? I've learnt a bit of hieroglyphics but these were strange. I drew my phone from my pocket, scrolling up to get my translator app. Got it. I proceeded to read them out loud; it wasn't what I could easily comprehend, so I'll read it for myself and the invisible audience here in this basement. At the end of the amicable speech, the object of star focus fell off my grip, and with a loud thud, it hit the ground. I swear I held it firmly. It remained unbroken. It fell head-first to the ground, I picked it up and got more frightened when a huge amount of ash poured out Oh my goodness. Fear hit me as I watched unblinking as that ash transformed into a naked young man with fiery eyes. runes similar to the one on the object he was in were on his body. I had lost control of my body. My heart raced, and black ink covered my vision as I stood pinned to that spot. “A child?” Did he just speak to me? BlackoutOn the cliff that stood parallel to the only sea in Claw City Park, the same cliff which my blood spilled was where we sat looking out towards the sea. It was infinitely beautiful, the clear blue meeting the blue rippling sea on the horizon.Before now, I’ve never been close to enjoying a sea view. This was all I dreamt of, listening to the mesmerising sounds of the gentle waves of the sea with my dream guy. I had that dream coming true, all that it wasn't exactly as I had planned it to be. You make choices and life filters what it thinks is best for you. I wanted my dream guy, handsome, strong with a wholesome gentility. Emmett was all that except he was not gentle, he wasn't even close to being gentle, he could always act but he never was.I looked from the sea to the side view of his face, he was lost in the view of the sea. His hair on his head had grown longer than it had been a few months ago. I guess he never cared about his looks when he was hell bent on avenging his death, “
“Each time the men from her lineage tried to break the spell, the urn was adamant. but each time the women tried, there was a bit of hope. We usually experience the urn lit up, the words on the urn glowed white but after some seconds, the light dies out. So we left it in the hands of the women from her lineage to give it a try. My great grandmother tried. My grandmom. My mom. And so did my wife. Until Rose did.” I want to go on my knees to plead once more to spare the lives of my people that were also his creations, the same people who had casted I and my family to suffer for the wrongs of my foremother but I was held in the shoulder by our ancient WolfLord, “Stand,” He said to me, then turned to the man in black cloak. He extended his hands out, I heard the bones of the man lying on the ground crunch. “I'll let you live. You and your people." He looked over to the dead bodies, "Peace to your fallen soldiers.” He said in a low tone. He turned to me as he made his way towards the
“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."Rose stared between I and the crazy Alpha, “You lie," I blurted, "She's human or was human until I turned her.” Few howlers mumbled.“Who was the first person you saw when you emerged from your ashes?” Lucan asked, There was no way he was going to deceive me into thinking Rose was the one. It was clear she was human, her family, all were humans. “This young lady was human, I turne
Over a hundred acres of land was in flames, burning hot. This wasn't the adventure I envisioned. I was told to be in here, that he would sense when I was in danger and come to me, that mind link thing he spoke of. But the person who promised me safety was nowhere seen. I kicked in on survival instinct. I feared the fire might get caught up with the wood his home was made of, burning everything to the ground. Scouring through the burning forest, I followed the path where the fire was less. There were a lot of things I was understanding about my new form. One of which was that I could pick up the scents. Down to the scent of pollinated flowers, I could perceive all. So I used that to my advantage, I walked through the burning bushes on their free path, my head bent upwards as I tried sniffing in the scent of my roommate…I can't believe I still referred him to that, my brain wasn't willing to let go of his presence in my fucked up life. I filtered the choking smell of smoke, my eyes we
“Emmett, we know your story. We're aware of what transpired between you, your ex lover and the Alpha of your time, but I'll have you know that this Park has grown so big. We've grown greatly in numbers, making it difficult for us to distinguish who from who. The bloodline of Kayla, your ex lover, was never heard of after the whole thing with your mythr happened.”I looked at Lucan from where he sat proudly on his throne, the urge to fling him over so reigned in my mind but I withheld it, “It's a sad thing that this generation of wolves lacks wisdom but I want to believe that they are still werewolves gifted with the ability to track down my murderer. I ask only one simple thing, which is to bring the last bloodline of my murder to justice.”“Emmett, if you can just give us a little time, we…”Swiftly, I pulled him out his throne, suspending him in a good height mid air. This was to show him and the rest of his pathetic throne members that I was damn serious. There were mumbling amongs
“Pick up the damn phone, Arthur.” I had broken the barstool at which my hand held onto to help ease my tension, my wolf itched for outlet. I never guessed a day I would be happy and scared to my bones for my niece.Happy because out of the women from our forefathers, she had been chosen. Chosen to bring change. Chosen to let us free.I was sad because she knows half or nothing about where she came from. She's unaware of the line of family she came from. A young naive woman born of a bloodline of the rogue family. And now, on the course of being chosen to free the ancient one she had gone missing with apparently, the ancient one himself. It's how he was able to move her out of the house I found surprising. With no idea where she would be in Claw City Park or What's doing in a place where she was different from the rest of the inhabitants there–a lesser kind of difference, the whole thing scared me to my bones. The only thought that crawled into my head when my son told me of the littl
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
The dawn of morning after a heavy rainstorm from the previous night was always cool and calm. It's like the rain came to stabilise the balance of the atmosphere after not falling for a week. According to the meteorologist on the radio, there's gonna be a clear sky today.I looked over to see Morris sleeping form, mouth leaving trails of spit. “Drooling monkey,” I said under my breath. He cooed in response like he heard me.Five minutes and I was done with the shower, so I dressed quickly. I went over to where Morris slept like a dead log of wood. “Morris, get your tiny ass out of that bed right now!” I called out immediately as I was dressing up. There's no time for acting sweet and loving, I'm late for work already. Courtesy of the rain.At the first call Morris remained sleeping, he did a few turns, mumbling something unintelligent to himself.“Morris!”“Morris Clifford!”He flicked from his lying position, his eyes red from sleep darted around, “I'm up, I'm up.” His breath rasped
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