I sat beside her in her bedroom staring closely at her innocent sleeping form. I recalled all that Dr Myron had told me earlier on.“The abnormal cells that had been built up in Rose's blood had finally infected her bone marrow. They've crowded out the healthy blood cells so much that it's hard for her blood and bone marrow to do their work effectively. Unfortunately, the stem cell transplant and blood transfusion have proved ineffective, but that's what she has to keep living on, or else she will be gone in no time. There's nothing we can do beyond that, and the chemoradiotherapy as well. We've scanned her bones and we discovered she fell from a height, I guess. She will be unable to walk for long on her feet; I suggest she uses a wheelchair for movement aid; she's too weak to move about on her feet.”I sat up, blowing out a loud breath and wringing my hands spontaneously.I scoot over to the head side of her bed and took her hands in mine, peering at the back of her palm before laci
What am I doing here?Where the hell am I ?My shoulder heaved as I panted, I'm gasping for air in this airy place.My lungs refused to share the same air with this strange place.I'm standing in the middle of an empty road, a road walled by a steep valley.My heart could burst wide up as my heartbeat crescendoed with my uneasy breath I took.“Dad, fuck.” My eyes searched for any life form.A human, at least.I wring my palms, they felt sandy.I opened my palms, looking into them.They were covered in ash.My arms.My fucking body.“Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist.It was as though they were glued to my skin.I'm scrubbing them off more.More.I want to rip the top of my skin off.Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks.Hot tears.They burned my red bumpy skin.“Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy.I didn't only feel fear.I could taste it slithering down my throat.I felt a presence.A strong presence. Superior. Powerful
My 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 pmI 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,
After four hours of unconsciousness… “Honey, I'm so sorry for letting you go there alone. I hope you didn't get hurt?” Dad and Morris stood by my side, Ozzy was all over me since I regained consciousness “Dad, I'm fine. You didn't need to worry about me, not that much at least.” I looked at my dad's worried face while I lay on my bed. The weakness I felt earlier is gone. But I know the cancer is still eating deep into my blood and that saddens me. “I called Mrs Beatrice to check up on you; you're going to be fine, my love.” My dad stroked my forehead gently. “I'm going to let you rest now; I'll be off to get a brand new blender, so you won't have to worry about fixing anything up, okay?” He said, kissing my forehead and adjusting my head warmer that was already in its perfect spot. I looked at Morris, he had a sad expression on his face but switched it up to a half grin immediately after his eyes left the floor and returned to mine I don't know who needs to be reassured at thi
The stories of the wolf legends weren't just false folklore; they were true.Here, in this book, I had always had. It made mention of three wolves that birthed the wolf bloodlines. All but one were dead, Emmett.If he said he didn't belong here then he still thinks he had his home. In another universe or something else.Wait a minute.I went to my closet and picked up Emmett's urn. I read the hieroglyphics that were on it as I strolled to my bed. It was a weird old English write-up that I interpreted with the help of the translator app on my phone saying; “Where lies the dead, a new dawn…”This was the damn word I read that woke up Emmett.I checked out the one below the first one. “Return O Prince of furs.” There was a distorting noise before a portal made of purple fire that reflected in my dark lighted room was formed. Just then, when I was trying to analyze what my eyes beheld, Mrs Beatrice appeared in my view. The portal was gone, and now I stood looking at her with my mout
“How long have I been out?” I asked Emmett, who sat by my side in a voice I couldn't recognize; my throat felt itchy.He paused before he answered.“A week.”“Fuck!”“Cool your hot cheeks a few hours after you fainted.”“And do not swear in your Wolf lord’s face.”I was too weak to respond to that.“Where am I?” Now taking in the bedroom that looks like something that was owned by a royalty.“Just know you're in a safe space.” he stood up to leave but turned to me, who lay on the bed. “I'll be out for a while, you need to get some rest. I stopped you from passing to the afterlife. It was my only way of paying you the favor of bringing me home, please don't be my burden I've got things I need to put in place and I'll be back when I know you need me”“What? You shouldn't leave me in this strange place all alone. How will you know when I need you?” He inhaled deeply“You're now a new being. We're synced. When you need me, I will know, and likewise you, you can count on me.” and with th
CHAPTER FIVE They were given attention the moment they entered; there was noise and mumbling in the throne room. “It's them.” Was what they said to each other **** “We knew your story, we knew you were innocent. That's why we left the park many centuries ago, figuring out how to release you. If we were here, they wouldn't have let us. From generation to generation, we tried our best but what we didn't know is that it was left to Rose to unbound you. It was fate.” He said, looking at Rose with guilt in his eyes; he never told her about this. She shouldn't know who her bloodlines are; he thought she couldn't take it; no one believed in werewolves anymore. He wanted her to live her short lifetime to the fullest. He was wrong; she probably had her crisis, and Emmett had turned her. He believed the last words of her dying mother, who was human. “At her young adulthood, she would meet her fate and take her new form.” her mother's eyes turned white when she spoke. She gave
Claw City Park 1500sKayla is the most beautiful woman to behold, I could look into her alluring eyes and forget the rest of the world existed. I bless the day I met her on the battlefield.The fear that was displayed in her eyes was evident. She faced her near death in the eyes. I had no business involving myself in the war that stirred up in my Park. If their Alpha could be comfortable seeing his park at war with folded hands, I could too.I'm not their Alpha, even though I am an Original with more powers than they could possess, I laid low. They tremble at the mere mention of my name. I was their living god.They feared me.Raquel, Otto, and I were the first shifters; we roamed the earth and found a settlement in this great City. We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming.Alone.I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf