TYLERIt was a moment that always brought a sense of dread upon me - the packing of my bags for any sort of travel. And yet, as 8:26 pm rolled around and I had just finished dinner, I couldn't help but feel the familiar rush of adrenaline that comes with last-minute preparations.Sat in the living room with Grandpa, watching the news, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the impending trip I had planned for tomorrow. Ada was waiting for me in the city, and I couldn't wait to spend time with her. She had been all I could think about lately, and the thought of finally getting to see her in person after not being able to see her in quite a while was gratifying. Or so it felt to me, at least. As the news reports droned on, I finally excused myself and headed to my room, knowing fully well what awaited me. Lying on the bed, I ran my fingers over the covers, trying to muster up the courage to begin packing.It was almost as if time stood still as I prepared myself mentally for this ta
TYLERDarrel told me he had discovered something, and I held my breath as I waited for him to speak. He explained that we were being manipulated, but even he didn't fully understand the extent of it."What do you mean?" I inquired, afraid of what he would say."Well, think about it this way," he began, his voice firm but slightly hoarse over the phone. "Remember that it was Acelia who started all of this. She came to me and made us aware of this prophecy, something we have yet to determine its authenticity."Darrel went on to explain that now we knew Acelia didn't just share the prophecy out of the goodness of her heart—her actions suggested she was somehow involved in all of this."Okay," I said, already feeling overwhelmed by everything he had said so far. "So, what exactly did you want to tell me?""Don't you see? It all revolves around Acelia. I will like to think you already know where I'm going with this.""Darrel, as a matter of fact, I don't."His voice grew a little lower, bu
ADAYou know, today is a good day. A truly good one, I must say.As I slowly opened my eyes, the vibrant rays of the morning sun seeped through the narrow gaps in my curtains, cascading onto my face like a tender embrace. The warmth filled me with an indescribable sense of joy and contentment. Standing in front of the mirror, toothbrush in hand, I couldn't help but laugh at the wide, whimsical grin that reflected back at me.The question arises, why such a penetrating happiness consumed me in the early hours of the day. So many reasons played their part, intertwining harmoniously to create a symphony of sheer bliss. Perhaps it was the sheer beauty of nature awakening, with the sun's golden fingers stretching across the horizon, painting a breathtaking masterpiece of hues that danced in perfect harmony with the waking world.Or maybe, just maybe, it was the lingering scent wafting through the air, a delightful fusion of floral notes and sweet undertones that embraced my senses. As I to
ETHAN"Come on," Mum said, as we sat on the porch, looking at the dark sky. "It's not like I'm asking you to join a society at the church.""Mum, you know how much I hate churches and the whole concept of religion."A frown appeared on Mum's face. "Don't say that. If only you knew how much it bothers me when you mention that. Whether you like it or not, God is what keeps the world spinning.""Mum, I'm pretty certain inertia does that."Mum let out a sigh. "Jeez. You're so stubborn. Just like your father.""Really?"She started to chuckle. "Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. Your father, sure as hell, is a sick son of a bitch."We both laughed at that."You know what," I said, "I will go with you tomorrow, but that's it."Mum leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Now, that's my son! Who knows? Perhaps you will have an encounter with Jesus, just like Paul in the Bible."I wanted to tell her that if God existed, He should focus on more pressing issues. But I didn't want to ruin the moment,
ADASo we were at the beach. Why? Well, I told Tyler that it had been quite a while since I went to the beach and he said, "Well, let's go right now.""Look," he said pointing at a bird flying just above us, "my grandma used to teach me about birds.""Oh, she seemed to have taught you everything."Biting his lower lip, though not looking at me, he said, "Well, there's a lot I learnt by myself."Since we came we have barely sat down. We just kept walking, talking non-stop.As I walked hand in hand with Tyler along the sandy shores of the beach, as it always seems to be, a sense of peace washed over me. The gentle breeze of the ocean carried the faint scent of saltwater, mingling with the invigorating aroma of the ocean. The radiant sun dipped lower in the sky, its golden beams gracefully caressing the surface of the water, creating a kaleidoscope of shimmering hues that danced before my eyes. It was a scene straight out of a dream, a paradise reserved for only the best of dreams.Now,
TYLERAs she sat astride my crotch, my hands dug gently into her luscious hair, and I locked tongues with her, my other hand grabbing her butt from behind.She brought her tongue to my neck, licking and kissing me, her hands massaging my throbbing cock through my trousers."I love you," I said, raising her chin with a finger.She came even closer, now we were pretty much having a tight cuddle. "Show me."I carried her in my arms and walked to the bed in the bedroom."Let me do it," she said, undressing herself. "Just a minute."As she took off her clothes, I followed suit, and in seconds, we were both unclothed, passionately kissing on the bed.I came on top of her, teasing her perked nipples with the tip of my tongue. I did this over and over again, until I felt her hands pushing my head downwards and, obediently, I went down, licking her belly all the way down to her vagina."Oh, don't stop," she let out, her hand softly pushing my head down.With my hands spreading her legs apart,
ETHANAs I sat in the stillness of my room, the memory lingered, entangling itself in the corners of my mind. Like an echo, it reverberated through my thoughts, refusing to be silenced. Each time I pushed it away, it only grew stronger, demanding my attention.I found myself retracing the sequence of events, examining every detail as though with a magnifying lens. What had seemed insignificant in the moment now held an undeniable weight, pulling me deeper into its grasp. I tried to label it as a passing thought, dismissing it as mere imagination, but the truth whispered softly in the recesses of my consciousness—I couldn't lie to myself, not this time.The more I resisted, the more the memory expanded, filling the vast expanse of my mind. It played on a loop, like a broken record, each repetition etching the moment deeper into my soul. Doubt crept in, its icy tendrils wrapping around my heart, questioning my own perception. Was I overthinking? Was this just a figment of an overactive
ETHANThere I stood, her words echoing in my ears for a moment. I didn't know why, but I was sure that we would never speak again. There was something about the way she spoke to me the day we met. There was a sort of permanence to her exit, and now I was beyond shocked to hear that she was reaching out.Oh, this was a crazy day already!"Hello," she repeated, her voice still calm. "Do you remember me?"Clearing my throat, I said, "It's a little hard to forget you."She chuckled, her voice fading over the phone for a moment. "I understand. I often have that effect on people."Seeing that I was much calmer, I asked, "Why did you call me?""I can't say much over the phone. We have to meet.""Okay," I let out. "At the shop?""No, no, no," she protested and then paused. "Okay, screw it. We will meet there by six in the evening."She hung up."Are you alright?" Mum asked, while stealing glances at me as she dusted the TV set divider.I sank into the plush cushions of the sofa, the weight of
ETHAN****Three Weeks Later****Today was the day.It has been months and months of craziness. Ever since Ms Granger sent me to give Tyler that gift, my life has turned upside down. I mean, I have met great people but I wouldn't have minded meeting them under different circumstances.But, at least, it was all going to end now. Pascelina, as crazy as that hag was, had somehow made us believe that it wasn't such a ridiculous idea to go against Acelia. There were thousands and thousands of werewolves who would go against Acelia today. Pascelina had got weapon spelled by a witch that worked with the werewolves. Even more impressive, the witch has tracked Acelia to be deep in a forest a few kilometres from her.If everything went well, Acelia would die tonight, and if we were lucky, we would take down Alex, if he was with her.Now, all we had to do was take our weapons and go after her.Damn. I couldn't imagine actually being free of Acelia and th
ADAI think I've got it now. I think I understood why Mum told me that werewolves found the forest as a home. There was this peace and quiet that I got here, nothing else quite provided. "You know you're quite lucky, don't you?" Tyler said to me, speedily climbing up a tree, sitting comfortably on one of its big branches. Seeing him gesture for me to join, I ran up the tree, my immense speed and agility allowed me to climb really fast. As I drew closer to him, I questioned, "How so?"He pushed my hair behind my ear so it wouldn't cover my face. "Other werewolves go through serious pain when changing, and they have to change once a month unless they can't stay in their human form. But us Green Eyes, we're super lucky, aren't we?"I shook my head, making a funny face at him. "The one time I changed, well, let's just say I didn't feel very lucky. Tyler, it hurt like hell.""That's because
ETHANWhen I regained consciousness, I found myself in a huge water tank, and water was rushing in from two holes. As it stood, it was already up to my knees. "What are you doing?" I yelled out, screaming at the top of my voice. "Let me out. What's this about?"When Mrs Conan spoke, her voice was calm and gentle, her word spoken without haste, as though nothing was wrong. "Ethan, I'm not going to repeat myself, so don't bother wasting your time shouting. No one lives around here and you know it. If you want to get out, well, no one's stopping you."What the heck was wrong with this woman?"Mrs Conan, I can't transport myself out of here. I believe I told you this already. Please let me out."She didn't say anything. Not even a goddamn word.I kept screaming, at least, while I could because the water was already above my waistline. I kept shouting, banging and banging, but she didn't come to help.
ETHANThe day started well.And that made me feel really good because yesterday wasn't the best of days. Mrs Conan, being of the opinion that I might have to save all of us if Acelia proves to be too strong for us. Now, this didn't only make me so nervous because I didn't want to have that on my shoulders. Traveller or whatnot, I just wanted all this behind me.The good part was that she told me that there was no need to tell anyone about it so they wouldn't depend on me if things don't go well."Good morning," I muttered, joining Mum and Brent in the living room as they watched one of our favourite shows. "I see you both are watching it without me.""You know you sleep deeper than some bears," Mum quipped, her gaze still on the screen. "There is never any point to try waking you up."Brent drew closer to me, he and Mum exchanging glances before he spoke. "Uh… Ethan, I would like to take you somewhere next week.
ADA I had changed. I knew it and, if I was being honest, I didn't care. Right now, I was standing at the train station waiting for my parents to arrive. I just knew that they would have long faces when I saw them. You see, yesterday I told them about Pascelina’s decision. And like every person with a healthy cerebrum, they were utterly shaken and scared. Also, they thought Pascelina was ‘a stupid, conceited bitch.' Dad's words, not mine, though I couldn't agree more. Regardless of what they felt, for reasons I could never comprehend, the majority of werewolves worldwide were supportive of Pascelina's decision, even to the point that nearly every bloody werewolf in the world was going to join her. She told us to give her some weeks so she could track down every werewolf— or at least try— and make them support her ludicrous decision. The support she has gotten so far from the werewolf community made me begin to wonder if most of these werewolves had the brain of a dog because they
ETHANAfter the long exhausting monologue Pascelina gave— apart from the chanting dunces she brought with her— no one was happy. And we were quite exhausted. And quite broken. Don't get it wrong— we didn't have a plan. I mean, we did, but it was a bloody crazy one, but at least, it wasn't stupid and suicidal. Now, despite it being all my life has been about for months now, I couldn't say I was an expert in the supernatural business. Hell, I didn't even understand my own powers, but even I knew it was unimaginably stupid to fight someone who had conquered death.“This is just a mess,” Ada let out, frowning. “This old woman really believes we will take down Acelia by crowding her.”“She did talk about some weapons some witch would make for them,” I said, shrugging. “Who knows? Perhaps it might all work out.”Ada exhaled noisily before she spoke. “True, but I highly doubt it would be because of some fancy weapon they get from any witch. I mean, if this could be done, why hasn't she bee
TYLERIt is very hard to see someone take a bold but stupid step. It's even worse when such decisions affect you too.I knew people like Pascelina; tough as a nail but have minds that are so narrow they fail to see anything other than what they think is right.As of now, she was talking about how we would fight Acelia. How we would show them what we are made of.My goodness. This woman was leading us to our bloody deaths and they were all cheering for her as though she was some bloody hero."As some of you may already know, we have a witch of our own," Pascelina shouted out, her frail voice echoing in the forest. "This witch will help us create weapons that will aid us in winning this battle. But don't get it twisted, we are the ones doing the fighting. The gun doesn't win the battle; men do that." She took a pause, looking around her, pride brimming in her whole being. "The werewolf is the embodiment of utter impeccability. From the way we change, to our abilities, to our strengths—
ADA"When they said some people were coming to speak to us, I wasn't thinking fifty bloody werewolves," Ethan whispered to me, looking at the werewolves that had come to speak with us."Sixty-three, to be precise," I replied, leaning onto Ethan's arm for support.It was beyond comprehension why they insisted on gathering us in the middle of the woods. Absolutely bonkers, if you ask me."We have convened in this untamed wilderness for a reason," declared an old woman, her voice booming across the clearing. "Now that we are all present, it is time to commence this meeting."Apart from the old woman, who appeared to be the oldest werewolf, there were about eight other elderly ones; the rest were younger adults, mostly men, all appearing to be under the age of thirty-five.Darrel joined the woman in the middle of the circle we had now formed. "This woman here," he said, pointing to Clara, "and this young man," he let out, now pointing to me, "are the only ones amongst us who aren't werewo
ADABefore noon tomorrow, we would know what our fates will be. Of course, none of us have hopes high because we knew one thing quite well— the other werewolves will want to take matters into their own hands. Besides, how successful have we been? How close were we in finding a solution to the threat against our existence?But deep down in each and every one of us, we were aware that our way was the most effective in putting an end to whatever Acelia has planned for us. The predicament we faced was how to convey this to the others."Ada, did you reach out to Ethan?" Mrs. Conan enquired. "It's important that he arrives early because Clara seems to have more trust in him than in the rest of us.""Yes, I did," I assured her, settling into the brown rocking chair on the porch. "Please, don't concern yourself about it. He will definitely be there on time. He knows just how important this is."Tyler sat in silence just before me and I noticed he was quite at unease. "Tyler, spit it out," Mr