The rain was accompanied by a huge storm, touching down on the earth in straight silver rods. The road was quite difficult to see as the result of the fogginess the rain came with.I have him just where I wanted him. Just me and him, sitting alone. In a confined space by the side of the road that was void of any surveillance cameras or those modern day security bullshit.I made sure to pass the message well to him back in the woods. “Woah, bro, the rain is coming in heavy,” Gibson said as he pulled over to a stop by the side of the road, “I guess we will have to wait till it lessens.” He tapped a button to stop the movement of the windscreen wiper.“Yeah, I think we should wait.”.The engine died down and we sat quietly in the car. “So, Rose told me you have your hospital, that's quite new to me.” This whole part is boring, might want to skip this whole talking part and get to where I will kill him.“Yeah, I took over my dad's hospital after he died.” “Oh, I figured. It's rare to
When Emmett gets back–that is if he would, I would tell him the rash decision I drafted in my head. It was a decision I took just as I was able to close the mysterious portal I opened up.It was a thought that sprang up in my head while I laid in my bed to sleep. What do I stand to lose if this doesn't go as planned? Nothing. There was no need to consider the problems that may arise if it doesn't go well. That's why immediately I heard a tiny knock on the door, I jerked up from my bed and went to it without a second thought. It could be him maybe.“Emm...Oh, you.” I quickly reminded myself that my roommate doesn't come knocking on the door, he makes his entrance like he governs my house entirely.“Were you expecting someone else, Rose?” Morris asked as he let himself in, pushing me while making his way into my room. I closed the door behind me, folding my hands to my chest while I had eyes on the intruder.He held Ozzy in his hands, he cradled it in his arms as he sat on my couch w
“That makes no sense at all. "Why would he let me be with it if it is so valuable to him?” "Maybe it's meant to be yours" He said.."Don't be ridiculous, it so he's supposed to give me by himself, not letting me steal it or rather take it without knowledge." I rolled my eyes on the last part, I refused to let myself think I stole the urn. “Okay, think of it this way,” he said in a serious tone, readjusting himself to face me, his hands in the air as he darted his tongue out to lick his lips. “Why do you think Dad let only you go to his basement to take out stuff and not me?” “The reason is obvious; it is so because you pose as a rebel and I don't.” I pointed my finger to him and then back at me. He shrugged, "Alright, how about this? Why do you think he stopped locking the basement when you got in there the last time?” “The basement isn't locked." I asked in disbelief, “Uh huh.” Morris nodded. He always had it locked; even when he was around, I haven't really been there since I
He looked at me like I was talking crazy; a smile remained on my face even though the real one was slowly fading away. With his hands on his waist and a questioning look on the urn in my hands, he said, "You've had it with you all this while.” I scoffed, blinking rapidly. It was clear he didn't understand what I said. Let me rephrase that. I sucked in a breath, filling my lungs with any air and exhaling. “I was to create a portal.” A face that seemed to be filled with confusion and questioning tore into a bright smile. “You're joking, he says.” “I think you mistook that sentence for ‘thank you very much, Miss Rose or Rosey’, perhaps.” I bit on my bottom lip, stopping myself from mirroring the bright grin he had on his face. His smile. It was indeed contagious for me and anyone who could be lucky enough to behold it.“C'mere,” he says as he closes the space between us. He locked lips with me without warning, and my brain shot down the second I came in contact with him.Letting him
I will be home soon. Where I've been waiting for centuries to be. A place where I was once loved and most times dreaded. But this time, I'll return. Not as a captive, but a living god. I'm being accompanied by my strongest weakness, the only woman that would make me look back to when I had begun my domination.Being with her brought me peace.And being away from her broke me into pieces. I had done what I haven't done for any man or beast for her. It had nothing to do with my selfish interest to get her to help me in return. I felt propelled to give her the best mortal life, terminating anyone who dared to deny her of living well.There's no label of who was to me. Yes, maybe the woman fated to redeem me from my misery. I refused to put a name on what she was to me as I was scared of what the result could turn out to me. She is no significant other. She's just a mysterious woman, gifted to me by the moon goddess. Her purpose, to destroy, redeem, and remould by fucked up life int
I breath in the air of my world that was stolen from me, my hands in the air as I hauled at my fucking world for the first time in a long time. Speaking of long-over five hundred years ago.Journey to my world felt like a closed door opening up to another. Rose leaped out of my back, landing on her feet. She spinned around in circles, her mouth slightly left ajar. It was night just like in her world. But there was a huge difference from hers and mine. Hers lacked the joy of a true night. We stood at the top of a cliff, where we could see the pure beauty of the night sky. In her world, light pollution; streetlights and neon signs of the cities made it difficult to appreciate the night sky. Meanwhile in mine, the colors of the sky swirled like a tornado. In almost the explosion of colour, the stars twinkle like diamonds flashing as though to get everyone to notice them. That wasn't all, constellations, far-off planets and galaxies fill the atmosphere, offering awe-inspiring and beautif
Over the course of my existence, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. My people, the ones I call family, my park members called me evil. I and my two other allies succeeded in ending their lives. Because the moon goddess blessed us, the Originals, with powers they didn't possess due to the long line of generations of wolves before them. The powers were limited from the generation to the next and while we multiplied, they had limited source to the acquired powers from we the Originals. And as such we saw us as a threat, to conquer every wolf there was to stand as a ruler. They killed my allies and brought death to my door through an ex lover. My Park, my people have thoughts in their best interest and they do with it what they like, to feed into their fears even if doing so will cause another's suffering. What some would call killing the Originals, I believe to be an appropriate response to a hostile and unfair w
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
On 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