“But I really should return this; could be important.” I smiled at their surprise and horrified expressions.My sensitive ears picked up a sound—the vibration of a phone. My eyes scanned them, realizing it was coming from the red headed guy.I lifted a brow at him.“Aren’t you going to get that? Might be important .”Shaking his head, he reached into his pocket and took the phone out with a grimace. Pressing the answer button , he brought the phone up to his pale face, which just seemed to lose more and more color over time.The other line answered.“Hello?” he mumbled, looking straight at me.The line on the other side followed his exact same words.“ Mmhh ,” I mumbled, ending the call and pocketing my phone.“Okay, spill. Who are you and why do you have my number, which then leads me to asking why are you following me?” I ask them seriously. I wanted to know what these familiar people were up to and where we met, not to mention why they appeared to be following me.“Look,” the tall
Making my way back to the park, I made my way quickly and made sure I looked like I was in a hurry, keeping my head down to avoid having the blood on my face seen by others and get stopped before I’d even make it. The sun was low in the sky, giving off a dramatic and beautiful flare of different shades in the sky. It was perfect.Once I made it a few steps, I began probably one of the best performances in my life.I began pacing back and forth, looking down and shaking my head. I stopped and sat down, bringing my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth very quickly. I then let out sounds of distress. My ears caught the sound of mumbles and slow approaching steps of four hearts. Without having to smell the air, I knew it would be them.They weren’t nearing me fast enough as if not sure what was going on.“Ohhh! I’m so confused! So lonely!” I cried out pathetically. I was feeling so emotionally cold that I was finding it hard not to snort at how flat it sounded.The moment I stood
Zaliver AzralaI stood in front of the metal bolted black door, hearing Jack Ruston struggle against the chains that held him to his chair. If I focused enough, I would see his immense body heat moving through the door, but I didn’t.I heard footsteps approaching me from my right.“Is this what I asked for you to set?” I asked without turning to look at Albericus who grunted out a yes. I nodded at him, making him walk away.My beast grew more and more excited at the prospect of having fun now, finally having someone he was going to sink his claws into for this whole mess. I couldn’t agree more. He paced back and forth within me, lifting its head up and then looking at the black door in front of me. He lunged at it as if he was really doing it. He tried to force me to do so, but I held him back.“Patience . . . You will get your turn,” I murmured to him.When Albericus informed me of the quick and efficient capture and imprisonment of Jack, I was glad. The little rat sat with panic and
I swiped my hand across his chest, leaving four deep claw marks over his chest to which he immediately let out a cry. His wounds began to bleed out and then slowly, so slowly, it began to heal.I made eye contact with him. Pale and sweaty, he glared at me with as much hatred as he could. We hadn’t even begun but he was already throwing glares at me.Swiping at the remaining part of his shirt, I tore it away from his top body, not wanting anything to stand in the way of the next process. He’d be lucky if I didn’t get to his back; that is if he died in this process, of course.“You can’t heal flesh if you don’t have any,” I said darkly, humor thick in my wild-like voice.The beast enjoyed it.He reached out and dug his claws in the top part of Jack’s left shoulder, ignoring the boy’s cry and cutting out the shape of a square on both of his sides. Looking at Jack deeply in the eyes, the beast put his claws under Jack’s skin before it could begin to heal, and pulled downward, yanking the
Whistling, I walked around him and whipped my fingers on my shirt.I wrapped my hand around his neck and lifted him out of the chair, making him thrash once more.“Ready to talk? No? Okay. This ought to change your mind,” I said after he spat on the ground as an answer.With one hand around his neck, I thrust my other hand into his lower mid back, going through the skin and pushing my hand into his flesh. I wrapped my hand around his spinal cord and pulled.Snap!His lower half slumped. I pulled my hand out and left half of his spine hanging out of his back. Walking to the front again, I whipped my bloodied hand on his face and smiled as he gave little twitches. His eyes were wide with horror and pain. He seemed to be frozen in shock.“Y-you’re a monster. You’ll go to h-hell,” he managed to say.“Of course I will. Someone needs to take the throne.”I laughed and walked back around him.~•~I clasped the back of Jack’s shoulder and shook him roughly, leaning forward in a serious and sl
The gods anxiously looked down at their creation—who had lost control of himself for decades, and now that he had changed, he was becoming nothing but trouble. He was no longer known as the “Messenger of the gods” but a god, and had won the title fair and square. He showed those who stood against him that he was not one to shy away from bloodshed for those accused of disloyalty.He was vicious. The gods watched him as he slaughtered his victims who were nothing to him but a bunch of toys to play with, making sure to leave a horrible mess even for those foul enough to appreciate a killing spree.He was seductive. His appearance far from ugly, as was expected in light of his reputation, equaled those of the male gods in the room. And he knew it so well.He was ruthless. As they kept watching him, they became horrified at the rate his power grew each day, so much so that his power was becoming too much even for the gods to handle. They feared he would use it against them.It wasn’t a sec
Nightmares. Bad dreams. Fear. It doesn’t matter what it was called; everyone had one. Sometimes it was something that would slither its way into your life like an undeniable desire.Inevitable. Unauthorized. Unwanted.It was that lingering thought of negativity that would follow you from reality into your dreams. It would sink its teeth into your hopes and poison all the goodness in your life until you realize that it was all a lie or a myth . Sometimes ignorance is bliss.As children of the moon, we were surrounded by humans who believed we were evil, but we ignored them. We were born different, and we couldn’t change based on their opinions.However, even monsters had fears of imaginary creatures in the closet or under the bed—Lupus Deus was at the top of that list.A myth, legend, or a haunting; whatever you call it. A story; that’s what he would always be.He’s who kids were told to look out for, lurking in the woods at night.He’s who women were warned to stay away from.He’s the
At the end of the tunnel was a large and peaceful green meadow in the coldness of the night. We had to pass by it to get into a forest I presumed led to Zauks Pack. I didn’t realize why it took so long for the she-wolves to get to the border until I realized we were basically like sheep in an open, vacant land waiting for the wolves to pounce. We were open targets and that wasn’t a comforting thought.“One.” I snapped my head over to the golden-haired woman who was counting. She must be the luna.“Two.” All the women adjusted themselves for the run, getting ready. I allowed my wolf to push forward.My stance went from slumped to prepared and confident. My wolf raised our body to stand on the tips of our toes to run. Our abdominal muscles were clenching with slow breathing as adrenaline pumped through my body at an alarming rate.“Three.” Everybody took off running into the clearing.We shot off like a bullet, running for our lives. Although agility was a wolf’s nature, knowing that ou