I curled up to the diamond-tufted headboard, squeezing on my pillow tightly for my dear life. “What do you want from me? Please go back from wherever you came from. I'm sorry.” An apology could help. Maybe I could tell him that I was the wrong person he was after, but I don't know if he was truly after me. I remember clearly the question he asked me in my dream when he was in a fog form. "why me?" Why me? Why Rose Clifford? Was I the reason he was were? It might be that the lords of the underworld had chosen him to bring me with him to them, and he bluntly refused, so he's not here at his own will. I just saw him form from ashes that spilled out of that vase and his frightened eyes glowed red, scorching hot red. What could my helpless self do than beg this strange being who looked like he was superior to me? I don't know if life is worth living, but I could wait till this cancer eats me, till there's no worry of healthiness left rather than to be burnt right at
I wonder what year it is. How the time had passed as I've spent a long time hibernating in this urn. I feel my powers surging through me, I'd long awaited for this day.This fateful day.I would be out of this cell, a cell that I was bound into The moon goddess had set me free. I want to go back to my people and reunite with them.I took no chances, the moment I felt her presence, my rescuer.Rose.I was acquainted with her name because that older guy kept calling on her sleeping form when she dropped to the floor.My powers had been building up from the tiny grains of burnt flesh my ashes were made for.I feel much more strengthened.Stronger.I held a gaze with the eyes of my rescuer and they were filled with fear.It's something that wasn't out of the ordinary.I'm used to these expressions.No, I thrived on it.That was how my people looked at me; I loved it that way.This place, this time. Everything spoke of a different era, from how Rose dressed to the setting of the place I
Miss B called out through the door.“Rose baby, can I come in now? I brought your food and drugs.”I'm not hungry.Not after everything.Not after my dream.Not after what had just disappeared from the couch beside my bed.But I let her in and she happened to ask before entering.She would come in even if I'd said no anyway.“Come in, please.”I have no idea how I was able to have the words roll out my tongue–in a sickening unstable voice.I forced myself to return to my original position.The state I was in before what happened, had happened.I try to push down that uneasy and terrified feeling to the bottom of my gut.She shouldn't know.She wouldn't know.I wiped every trail of sweat, snot, and tears off my face.Done.I don't look like how I feel.Every one of my flying emotions had been sealed.Locked up.One last second I'm adjusting my pillow and drawing my blankets up to my waist.No.My chest will be preferable.Yeah.“I've brought your meal straight to your bed…what's wrong
I have a propensity to follow my laid-down duties. In every way possible without my carefully laid out daily routine, I'd crumble into a million pieces if they hadn't been carried out I couldn't bathe Ozzy because of obvious reasons. I have been drained out of enough these few days. But I have always been punctual with my self-assigned tasks. So every day, I wake up at 7 am, not giving a fuck about my illness. 5 am was my usual before the dawn of leukemia. I put on my clothes, my head warmer was never missing from my dressing code. I don't want to be reminded of my hair loss; my baldness was a great sign that my life was spreading little by little into tiny pieces. Once I get dressed. Dad makes me a smoothie. I jog on the spot for 20 minutes; that's the longest my legs could carry. Done in 20 minutes. Shower. Breakfast. Weltering reading books about science and surfing the internet. Then I went around the house, checking out Dad's auto parts and faulty items that
She's unflinching. I wasn't expecting that. Instead, she had a scowl on her lean face. She looks drained out of her blood. I would like to make a joke of her. If she didn't feel scared of me, she would feel ashamed of the way she looked. “Did I offend you?” She spoke so calmly and that question stirred up confusion mixed with fury in my head. She wasn't scared; she went ahead to drag herself to the edge of the bed, where I sat opposite. Her legs swung freely from the bed, it almost touched the floor as she found her balance. Looking up straight, looking Emmett in the eyes. “Can I know my offense?” What in the moon goddess's name was she talking about? “What do you mean?” An uncontrolled rush of blood shot to my eyes, making it fiery. “You should have just killed me the moment you set your eyes on me. Why make me wait?” She leaned in further. A few inches away from my face, so close that I saw the reflection of my eyes on her. “Go on.” “Burn me. Wasn
I put my pair of glasses right back on before the door swung open.“Miss B strolled into my bedroom, giving it a proper survey before her eyes landed on me, taking some seconds to analyze me.“Now, girl, you're damn looking suspicious; spill the tea this minute.” She stood beside the bed, towering over me.“I'm fine, aunt.” I let out a little chuckle. A nervous one I drew my hands to the edge of my head warmer, tugging on it.“Are you sure you've not been talking to yourself since I got out of here?” She knows that I do too?“Yeah…well, it's a usual thing for me to talk to the walls since you're now either at work or resting for your night shift.”I have to give her something to think about, even if she would see me as the usual weird child.She sighs, "Girl, you know how it is for your Dad and I, we're sorry.""That's okay, I could manage myself." Truly I could, I am right now.“Uh, I'm starving. Please, let me have my food.” I stretched out my hands, wanting her to end the hangin
I heard movements outside of Rose's room, and I went invisible to the eyes of anyone who was about to walk into the room.Ask me why I was here, in Rose's room…I didn't know that myself.Was I snooping through her closet? No.Or maybe I was, only that I wouldn't call that snooping momentarily.I was checking out for any little hint of black magic she had locked up in her closet.I needed to know what she had used to cast… cast? No, not cast. I needed to know how she did whatever she did, how she made me go from 100 to 0.She's human; she has no powers of any kind. For all the few times I've known her, she's been acting in such a way that it seemed like she wasn't phased about death.What every human’s fear was.Like the way, she urged me to kill her or blame me for trying to kill her.I saw her talk to herself about that this morning before her aunt took her away from my sight.My search came to an end when I heard those movements.A footstep and the squeaky sound of her fancy mobile
I feel so devasted by the pile of mess I was becoming.I never planned to surface my situation. I've always tried to mask my health with a bright beaming smile.All day, with every rising sun, I told myself I was gonna make it somehow.When I bled out more blood, I hoped was gonna get well someday When I would look at my reflection in the mirror and see the well-detailed line of my ribs through my lean flesh, I hoped I was gonna get well someday.Just as long as I still had my legs.I had gone bald due to the chemoradiotherapy that seemed less effective, but the feeling of hope still lingered.I kept battling incessantly with weakness that clouded my sense and it filled my body with the urge to die.But I took that all in, never wanting to scare anyone further. Gobbling it all in, like the mere presence of death wasn't evident. I put on a deceptive appearance to my family. I smile. Their hopes of me surviving this cancer crashed slowly, my smile was what they held on to.But as for
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