Fear.
Fear was the first emotion that's gripped Bayo. This early and he was already cocooned?
His heart took a double double beat, compounding his 5-foot frame. The layer of sand was like a second skin strongly sticking to his body but yet holding inbound in one place.
The Familiar, Ronke, did not have plans for him to join the fight. And that he could not accept. After all, the only option Bayo had to save Jasper was through the female familiar.
'I can't go out now. We just started. I'm not done yet.' Bayo mused. 'Alright, Yasmin, let's get It started. Status!"
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Name: Bayo -Ascender Human
Specie: Spirit Wolf Prime -Mythic Type
Soul Stage: Ground Class
Energy: 901/990
Ability: Complex Speech, Energy Absorption, Alpha Howl, Crackling body, Buff Up, Agbara Detection
Law: (Law of Love) Law of Gluttony
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Ronke groaned on her fours, her silky black hair slowly swirling in the blurry haze of energy radiating from her.Whilst Bayo had gone engaging,Abiola had let her down to focus fully on crushing her soul bond as he had assumed. That act alone had allowed her time to consume another reconstructive healing pill, the effect of which covered her in white glow."Hahaha! Your Soulbond is finished. And your trump card is out, sister. Crushed under my hand. " Abiola laughed proudly, walking forward, towards Ronke and the dome. "You know your problem, Sister. You always underestimate me and all of us at Familiar land." He snorted, slamming his right fist to the center of his chest."Uh." Ronke groaned, raising her head to reveal the surprise in it. "Maybe, you're overestimating yourself.""What?" Abiola paused, frowning slightly.TSSSH… TSSSH… SSSHNNK…Static buzzed in the distance behind Abiola. The Familiar shot Ronke a startle
Hand of the Sect, I have duly received and acknowledged your report on the happenings in the First Heaven.May your chains continue to bring just punishment to all those who oppose the return of the MadPrime.Indeed, I approve of your actions towards combating the Emere. Had it been left unchecked, the case may be different from what it is now.And if it were to be different, then, we can say again, much to our defeat that the crazy gods themselves have bested us in this, once again.Those idiotic gods, living in all the wealth and power but yet subjecting the rest of us like pawns on a game of chess to their manipulative biddings.For centuries, we have endure their torture, continuously. And out of fear, we failed to stand by the Mad Prime in his greatest moments.If we had just the guts, perhaps Trixius himself might be the new god of all, the one with a better plan for us all.Alas, such is not the case. But then again
"Hah!" Asoju Temi slammed his right fist on his gold enameled table, scoffing furiously.Of recent, the stream of events that had occured she left a bitter taste in his mouth.Now, against his calculations, the blockade he asked for at the Exotic World Bridge of Amnor had failed, considerably.And that did not even matter that he had been able to discover another Ascender there.Not at all. For that crafty wolf to escape him, despite the mark he placed on it was perplexing. If at all, it meant that the Wolf or Dog was the most dangerous of all the Ascenders he had come in contact with.In fact, this was without a single doubt.How did the Wolf get past him, get past the Drakon wall and finally, morph into the Metalplated Dip Eagle that escaped Gbemiga's hailstorm technique.It didn't just make a single iota of sense.Except, Temi snorted, the Ascender had gotten help from someone.But then again, none o
**Light shone in the narrow passageway, receding shortly after with the form of Temi standing there, a black curtain before him.Asoju Temi stepped into the seemingly small room behind the curtain only for the room stretch for several meters, stacked shelves high with bulky books and dusty scrolls and scattered filesThe room had only one table that was illuminated by a tiny pinprick of light from the ceiling and filled with various ink bottles and papers as well as files. Behind the table was a huge but yet lean Drakon with his forehead having a gem that changes colors every now and then, while wearing a dark brown long sleeve robe.Drakon Lord Meados looked up from his books and scrolls, acknowledging the presence of the Emere before him.Pointing to the empty chair before him, he urged. "Please sit. We have long matters to discuss."Temi nodded once before accepting the invitation.Once seated
NOT A STORY CHAPTER!Don't unlock if you don't want to be overloaded with 1000+ bossy notes of Author.Unlock if you want to know more, Bayo aside. Kindly jump in, let's discuss. Share a comment, a review, let me know what you think.__________________________Hi, it is Author Sir_Impeccable here and this chapter is my boss rant session.XD.Don't ask why, I got jealous of Bayo and decided to pop up.Joking apart!I started the book when the lockdown in Nigeria began, in March it was. I needed something to get me off the impending boredom and so, I started it on Webnovel but here on Goodnovel, it was welcomed with open arms.I started writing, challenging myself with the idea of this 'What if something you assume to be this turns out to be something else?'What if, Heaven is not what it seems like?What if the First Born is not destinied to bring back Trixi
TANKING THE WAVEVOLUME 2 BEGINS**
Hana walked out of the Inn, her eyes solemn and her gait determined. She turned to the left, waiting awhile for her eyesight to adjust to the dusk airs before continuing.After that, with a deep breath of air, she walked, her curved face emotionless, down the street of Laprisha. Her mind was in a turmoil of so many decisions.
Earlier on.Bayo lay, head on paws in the far corner, diagonally opposite, of the room watching as the Hadjans got up from the bed.It was a dual bed styled room,with each bed facing each other like a hostel setting. The wooden walls are grey, monotonic in sight. Below the iron frames of the beds are wooden cabinets, space reserved for personal effects.The ceilings, made of boarded wood is of cream color, the structure wise color variation in the room presently.The Hadjans, Hana and Shin seemed rather suspicious to Bayo from day one. Noticing their eyes on him, Bayo makes his eyelids shut, subtly. He figured if this was the time they'd make their move then he had to also make sure everything went on smoothly.There was no point in falsely accusing someone, was there.His limbs ache with the dormant force that stiffened them in readiness for a spring. Surprisingly to him, nothing happens except for the opening of the black door. At th
Here, you saw the title, right? Of course, yes, they would return. You certainly have not seen the last of it. So, like what was done at the start of this volume, we had an author boss note where we discussed the charcters and whatnot. Remember i mentioned that I was nto goign to make bayo the entire focus of it? Well, he kind of became focus of it being that the whole novel is geared to his wellbeing. Lol. At the ending, we can see that he is paying the price in full for the warnings Yasmin issued to him. Dont ignore soul adaptation but what does Bayo know? And i certainly cannot blame him. He has a lot of pressure on him, forcing him to amke the most drastic measures to ensure he is not lagging behind. But reclal that Bayo did not tart life as the toher Ascenders. All the Ascenders started their Life at the soul class of Elite. Elite is from 1000pts and above. BUt Bayo began from Basic Class,with less than 20pt which wa
And Pain.. “AAAAAGAGHHHHHH!” The huntress yelled out as the chunk of earth ripped through her back, spearing its way through her entire body, all the way from the back to the front of her. “Now, you can burn!” Ronke said and then, with a smile, she stomped her feet on the deck of the ship, willing back all of the flames that she had been keeping at bay. All of it, towards the screaming form of the huntress even as the ship began to break and scatter into bits of matter down the mountain ranges below. “Now, now." Ronke said, smiling as she willed up a gust of wind to take her off the deck as the deck finally succumbed to the head and the destruction of the flames even after it provided a dying frame for the figure of the huntress earlier. And then,the hull of something already so familiar appeared, rising above the form of Ronke. It lowered itself, a figure, which was Hana standing at the foredeck with her hand extended waiting to take the hands of
A large spike of Earth tore through the front deck of the ship, ripping through the spot that Slyka had stood in only seconds away now. The moment it ripped through,a gigantic explosion of flames burst out in the lower deck now, the entire mass of the licked up in instant flames and heat, turning out to be a massive firework in the sky. Now.... Ronke panicked. The level of destruction that she had caused with her earth spike stalling was catastrophic. She had to keep a wall of oxygen deprived air about her to keep the flames from gathering around her or ve scathing her own skin. She was not insusceptible to fire,after all, despite being able to control fire though. She was worried. But then, the worry about the CFR was the least of her concerns. After all, in the battle scene, who had to worry about what happened to the enemy. The person who did do that was the one who was willing to get himself or herself at the losing end of the whole thing. But for h
The Hunter is a killing machine which is specifically designed for such missions of severity, they do not show emotions and have no need for that because for the missions which they are assigned for, they have to be through and effectively. Their blows need to count and so the hunters are given new identities and introduced to the quality demanding system of the CFR. WHich would mean that even their souls are inculcated and taught about the values of the Cfr. In Other Words, they live for the CFR. However,this option of being a Hunter or Huntress is always so optional and never is forced on those within or without the CFR organization. It is only for those who truly seek to unlock the next level that the Cfr holds the key to. Lest we digress, the hunter is a single entity of overwhelming force. Unless the Hunters are all occupied at the moment or the CFR wishes not to involve them, then the army of
In life, we often do not have the option of choice. I mean, there is always the matter of choice but most times we have to choose between a great evil, and a far greater evil. In times like that, our sense of being is completely eroded, vanished from sight as we try to make the best of what we have to do. Sure enough, there might be a choice, lurking somewhere down the alley but for the matter of time being, we are blinded to it. And thus, the inevitable is what we eventually have to come for. Our choices are forced by the circumstance of the present situation. Which in hindsight does not look like a choice rather. In thesis is life and his priorities to keep. So, then, knowing about the instability of battle, the question is put out to all of you here. When faced with the tightest of situations, what would you do to ensure you live? To ensure that your values are not completely wiped out. In this situation, we have a matter of doing what is b
‘Yeoowww’ Bayo could only scream out in his mind, mentally as his whole body went through a wreath of red hot flames. Still in the gust of the momentum of the jump from earlier, his body went on, traversing space as he crossed the distance which was between the two ships. His body was roasting and he flew tall of the what, all of his insides feeling like marshmallows now. And oh, how hot the fumes were. The mere scent of the smoke that was about was roasting his nose, smelting down all of his internal organs that dealt with smell and breathing. His body hairs kept on shrinking as they blazed, the entire mass of the Lightning Fist Chimp now reduced to a literal burning mass of meat. Panic surged through his body now as Bayo crashed down to the decking of the larger CFR ship. While he wanted to re
The feeling had been instantouse for Bayo. For him to switch into the form of an Adze all in a bit and then revert back to the form of a Familiar Prime had been all so super fast. It was something which he did not think he would have been able to achieve, without Yasmin with him. Yes, of course, he could just as easily switch his body form ,without Yasmin being involved but also, he had to consider the event of the last time. He had spoked Ronke and the rest up when he had suddenly switched into the form of a growing Familiar Prime, as a youngling. He would not want something of such to repeat itself again, especially since it was bound to be a really rough ride in a bit, being that the CFR pursuing ship had arrived. It would be best not to unsettle anyone so that they could focus on what was really necessary and pivotal to their staying in the air for longer.
Beside a thorough negotiation skill as one of the prerequisites for a good CFR agent, another thing is to be considered in the midst of the yet many factors about a CFR agent. While the others may be so desiring, we would stress here once again, that lethal force is not always so desired in the CFR. If there is need forreal lethal force, there is the outer Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy or even the Inner Consort of the Drakonian Confederacy Army. If need be for thorough lethal force, then the army would be duly notified. An in such case this is often out of the hand of the CFR, However, be it known that it does not undermine the quality of the Cfr. While there is this option, the CFR does have its availability of lethal force. The Guardian and her aides are entities that are capabal of hta, so unless situation has escalated more than the numerous well trained CFR agents, then, Leth
Earlier… GBA MMM! A loud bang exploded now and the ship suddenly rocked to the left violently. Bayo could only growl silently in pain as his head, in reaction to the sudan movement, bounced against the wooden bar just before his head, towards the left hand side of the bed. “What happened?” ROnke and Hana shouted almost immediately as they jolted out of the cabin, looks of questioning on their face towards the one at the cockpit. Shin. ‘Well…” Shin cried out to them, his head tilted upwards, looking at something which was beyond them. “We have company and they have real mood swings.” He said, tilting to the right with the steering wheel as he attempted to stabilise the ship now. ****