"No one trusts the government, good thing we didn't choose to become the government. Everyone trusts and loves their gods, this were much more comfortable shoes to fill. But this weird creatures, they hate us. It's too early to let this unbelievers exist amongst our disciples so we did the needful..."Brown sits in front of a steel table in a totally unkempt garage which is quite dim due to the absence of sunlight in there, only a few bulbs brighten the room. He's dressed in a coverall.Suddenly he hears a loud beep, beep, beep, beep...His elevator was descending. Brown freezes to pay more attention to the sound. He suffers of bewilderment. The thing is this is Brown's underground hideout, the elevator was only supposed to move when someone was in it, and giving the circumstances he, should be the only one who could go in it.Brown's mind immediately travels through all the people he has offended, and sadly werewolves was topping the list.As if it wasn't done, like a sick joke Brown
Kareem and Kathy sail home on a small vividly inexpensive yacht. The sea is smooth and so is the morning sky. Kathy in her bikinis and a small wrapper tied over her waist walks up to the front of the boat to meet Kareem who's steering it. She holds a cup of coffee in her right hand. "Good morning babe," she greets her boyfriend with a kiss on his lips, then walks pass him to the edge of the boat, filling her eyes with it's beauty."Morning butter cup," Kareem responds. "How was your sleep?""Good," Kathy smiles and takes a sip of her coffee. "You want a substitution on that steering wheel? You've been up all night"Kareem breathes in suspense. Actually he fell asleep on duty and have now lost cause. His new task was to pretend to be en route, after all the ocean all looks the same. "Hmm.""What?" Kathy questions casually."Nothing."Kathy veers to him in one turn, "You know babe I've been thinking bout that werewolf symbol all yesterday...""It looks like something fishy is going on b
In a few minutes, multiple jets come over the part of the forest where the werewolves camp, raining fire on them ceaselessly and massively like it was the natural rain. There's no peace in the air, the shadow of the jets block the sunlight from penetrating, filling the ground with dimness and fire.Now the same flame that lightens their path is the same that decimates their fellows, and the same trees that once served them well are the same that fall in their path making it hard to escape. The same grass which once beautified the place they called camp, has turned fuel for the fire to consume them rapid effectively.Megan watches the scene at her safe spot in one corner, witnessing the mass execution of her people in a sad face. Just then an idea hits her, she quickly undertakes a full transformation and howls. Perhaps to be that beacon of hope and remind her people of their warrior selves.In a second, another wolf howls back to her, and then another, and then another, and then many m
It's a sunny day in the forest. Brown, in his furry attire and a backpack on his shoulders ambles through the trees alongside his bodyguard who's hellbent on wearing a suit."So here's the plan, werewolves sniff good, right? They're gonna sniff two dudes walking through the forest alone. Then they're gonna come for us, right? You think they're gonna come right?" Brown questions his genius plan.His bodyguard ignores the question just walking beside him like he never heard it."So, when they come," Brown turns his backpack to his front then stoops down to open it. He pulls out a toy's carton and detaches it hastily. It's a drone designed in an all-green color scheme.Brown pulls out the remote and let's it fly. "When they come after us, this drone is gonna explode at the far side of the forest. Do werewolves even get distracted?" He puts a hand to his chin in wonder and looks up to his bodyguard who remains mute, looking away from Brown with no emotions. I guess that's his way of being
...ONE DAY AGOInside a large meeting hall that has chairs arranged in circles like a coil sits a crowd of twelve people on the chairs in front, while a group of youngsters in the same number occupy the chairs behind.Though filled with many bulbs and gold chandeliers which radiate gold light on the room, the hall is still dim. Giving the impression of a cave full of glittering treasures.The men seated on the chairs are all in fine suits except for the youngsters who do themselves the luxury of heavy fashion. If you haven't figured it out by now, it's a gathering of nabobs, and this, is The Headquarters. It doesn't look scary does it? Well even witches can look good in ball gowns, can't they? One of them, Lord Harry, a native American old man around his late seventies who has a lot of white beards on his face circles through the coils and comes to take a seat on one of the chairs in front."We know why we are here," Lord Harry says as he takes his seat. "The werewolves." He speaks i
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Kareem yells as he and his girlfriend bounces on the same spot, in deep confusion of which direction to run to."Into the water, into the water," Kareem yells out loud as his brain realizes that it's gonna go down too if he dies.They quickly run into the ocean and swim further away from shore with the help of their water abilities, they're made faster than the normal human being.As Elsa reaches the seashore she pauses. Perhaps now her senses are back and she has realized herself. But what have she done? It definitely can't be undone even if she's prepared to give her life for it.This kind of act could endanger all her species, and being the Chief's daughter she should've known better. She stands near the seashore watching them swim away right in front of her eyes. She transforms back into her human form and falls down on her knees, with her chest bouncing up and down like her heart has added weight.From behind Charon and the rest of the werewolves w
"...Forbid your arms on this day for they are useless, employ only your legs, for that, that only might save you some time before your doom connects," A voice from a speaker tells."Babe, how does it sound?" Kareem yearns for his girlfriend's opinion.They're both in beach wears, lying on the sand of a fine beach in a small island village. The sunset giving off a lovely sight as the evening breeze blows them calmly. They're the only ones around."You and your dumb podcasts. This one sounds good though," Kathy compliments. "But what if they ain't real, babe? What if they're just rumors?""Five Saint Soldiers down, plus a Blacky. How often do Blackies die in this country?" Kareem points out facts. "They're out there sweetie, but we've got each other.""Ohh, look who's being so nice to me today," Kathy teases.Kareem sits up, "What you talking bout? I'm always nice to you."Kathy curls her lips and blinks in a fine troublesome face. "Uh-uh.""Confess the truth. Confess now or I make you,"
"Yesterday," a voice from a speaker tells, "the streets were filled and minted with joy. But today, well today's different. The streets have grown scanty, for what once intrigued them as mere myth, lacking the ability to touch them, has unveiled itself in their reality, now with the full capacity to grip them where it please. Who invented the term werewolf? What led to its novelty?Are our minds extremely creative as they say? Or are we being deceived? For the mind, in its own right, feeds on what's real to fabricate fiction. If so, then what is fiction, and what is nonfiction? Is it a term designed to make us imagine our world as a much safer space? Why else do our parents tell us to stay away from forests and bushes? Nonetheless, it all doesn't matter now, werewolves are real.So when next you go to the market, take heed, stay on guard, for the man standing next to you, trying to act as nice as possible, might be a werewolf. Forbid your arms on this day for they will do you no good,
In slow motion Fredrick poses with a punch that's no doubt gonna blow on Jake's face. As he launches it, halfway, a large thick red fireball collides into him pushing him backwards.Megan and Elsa who were mostly relaxed to this point instantly regain agitation. They watch five Saint Soldiers (the SWAT force of the nation) as they bounce up to them in symphony with an anger-inspired grimace...They stand up to the three werewolves with no knowledge of who they're up against. Jake takes advantage of the unfolding incidence and creeps out of the way in haste, not even turning back one time."You've been found guilty of assaulting an officer. The penalty is life in prison," The commander of the five men squad announces to the wolves.Just then Fredrick stands up from the ground in rekindled anger, and wipes the dust off his chest stylishly while his dagger-like eyeballs are unwaveringly fixed on the saint soldiers.Megan taps Fredrick's shoulder calmly, "Get the spy. We can take care of t
Bur_Berry đ
Nice one. love the story structure.
Princess
This excites me. I like the writing style and will root for the characters. Totally loved the chaos in the beginning.
Black Moon
Good start, excited to see how this turns out!