Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

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Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

‘Where love never ends’ was not just a locution that stood ineffectual in Laraba town. It was a locution that apprized the cordial relationship between the werewolves and the vampires. Being a small town that predominantly inhabited only supernatural which were the vampires and the werewolves; while the werewolves that patently dominated the town were known as the Larabas, the vampires who were the minorities were known as the lamiae. However, despite the minorities of the vampires, they were tolerated and were given so enough freedom to explore the town just like any other town folks; and that had whelped out the love that was generated between the two groups. Each of the groups decided to steer clear from whatever thing that might possible piss them off and held on to the bond between them.



Gliding through the dewed shrubs at early morning in Laraba was a very big wolf— the wolf was gracefully dashed with ineffably height that could subdue the height of any human that stood six feet tall. It also possessed a very burly body, it skin colour was purely white—even the whiteness of a drizzling snowfall would fade in contrariety to this wolf’s colour. The wolf was so much adorable for beauty travelled round her fur—from the head down to her paws was spotless.



It was no doubt the wolf was a king to it kind with the aura of supremacy and majesty tailing around it.

The king wolf was scarpering through the thick dewed shrubs at the early morning when it saw something that pricked it attention. The wolf had routinized it to always scarper through the forest every morning and there had never been a day it was accosted by such a shuddery scene. It stopped suddenly as it watched the scene with qui vive.
In front of the wolf was a foggy mist that formed something of an amoeba shape. This scary scene oozed weirdness out to King wolf—however, as weird and shuddery as it looked; King wolf stood glaringly undaunted. As a matter of fact the alarming sight of it goaded her attention more and more. He had stopped running now unless for few prowls she took that brought her to inches away to the scene. She intensified her look on the cloudy-mist then noticed something of human entity was lurked inside it. The entity was so small at king wolf’s first sight, notwithstanding, the more she intensified her stare at the small sized creature, the more the creature became larger, taking on the proper human’s figure, while the fogginess around the creature decreased into a halo.



Now the wolf was staring pessimistically at this creature that was preened in humeral veil, the human veil that pronounced creature some gauche erstwhile priest. His right hand held tightly to a very long staff that could be likened to the one father Moses made use of during his time. His left hand was enjoying idleness, while his feet could not been seen as it looked like creature was floated in mid-air and the cloud forming a halo around him had covered his feet.


“Arcoven, I have a message for you.” Creature’s voice rang out. “You need to transform now.” His voice ended with a tinge of command.
King wolf didn’t care at the tone she was being referred with, or even if she did, she had kept it in check as it only responded with low growls before preparing to transform. She squirmed and writhed for some seconds before the head started taking the form of human, it large paws fluxed with it forefeet then it changed to human’s shoulder, same procedure happened to the hind feet—they fluxed also and changed to human’s leg. The hind likewise extended taking human’s spinal cord. In seconds, king wolf had transformed into a very beautiful lady. Luciana Arcoven; the alpha to all the werewolves that dominated Laraba town.
“Who are you and what do you want from me?” Alpha Arcoven asked, trying to hide her stark nakedness. Beauty was screaming loudly on her. Her beauty could send an ugly woman on suicide mission. Alpha Arcoven Luciana was adorable just like her wolf.
“I’m Thalia the messenger of Zedicus, the seer that dwell in the middle of heaven and earth. I’m here to deliver to you a prophesy”
Arcoven raised her eyebrow in confusion. “And who is Zedicus?”
“Zedicus is the god of Mountain and destiny.



He was the first werewolf on earth before he was turned into a god by crimson moon.”


Thalia explained while Luciana nodded.


The tale her mother told her when she was a toddler about the crimson and god of mountain and destiny started trudging in. Her mother had explained how powerful the crimson moon was and how it turned Lukas Zedicus; the first human that was born a powerful werewolf but out of carelessness he was transformed into a god which was totally against his wish. Her mother had warned him to always take proper cautions during the night of the crimson moon because it had always been dangerous to werewolves kind, but this particular night, Lukas had discarded the necessary precautions and that had made him efface from the surface of the earth, turning him into an invisible god in charge of mountains and destiny. Zedicus had always been known to be in charge of writing destinies and fates of all creatures residing on earth including supernatural. And he had servants who worked with him. Servant like Thalia, the seer whom he appointed to deliver messages about destines and fate he wrote or humans. He also owned a powerful female witch he appointed to be in charge of mountains in Laraba town and diaspora.
“So what prophecy do you have for me seer?” She asked Thalia who seemed to enjoy flaunting his gapped dentition that aid in describing how beautiless his face was.
“You need to be careful Arcoven; a time is coming when a great war will surface between the Lamiae and the Larabas. The survival of each kind depends solely on you and a stranger that is about to enter the town this minute. This stranger that is about to enter the town has been destined by Zedicus to have a child that will destroy the future of werewolves’ kind.



With her will a great hybrid be born, a seed that’ll undoubtedly be the last hope of the vampire. Ryan Jericho would be the father of this powerful hybrid the stranger will give birth too.



Likewise the same goes to you, Arcoven, you will give birth to a very powerful werewolf daughter, a very beautiful daughter with an aura of authority around her. She will also be the very last hope of the werewolf kind. The future of the Laraba greatly depends on her shoulder. You need to do all you can to protect this seed of yours; else Laraba will be doomed to fall for the lamiae. The survival of Laraba rests on her shoulder.” Thalia the seer explained.
“What? What are you saying? No one is killing anybody. The Lamiae and the Larabas are never enemies so how dare you speak such manner seer” Arcoven said with a gesture that stated everything Thalia said was just a glib talk that didn’t hold any iota of truth. According to her, the Lamiae were gullible and they didn’t look like they could hurt a fly.
Thalia shook his head and whooshed his body towards her. “I’m not here to banter words Arcoven. I’m here to deliver a prophecy to you and it is your own interest to hearken to it. The Lamiae are not what you think they are. Be watchful and vigilant.” He said in a slightly raised tone.



Arcoven shrugged. “Ok. Thank you.” she muttered having no other option than to believe what the seer said.
“I’m going to deliver the same prophecy to Meshach, so he can protect his kinds”
“What? Why must you even do that? Arcoven was getting peeved at what Thalia just said. She believed keeping such information a secret to their proposed enemies was good idea that could garner them more advantage.
“Because that’s a mission I must carry out. I need to inform both groups so they can prepare for what future holds for them. They need to know about the coming battle and the only way to win the war just like you and your people.” Thalia said and immediately the brumous-cloudy mist forming a halo around him evanesced while Thalia faded along with it.
Arcoven stood in her buck-nakedness state pondering on what next to do to safe her people. Hordes of ideas swanned inside her head but she couldn’t pick one. Information they say is power–but of what use is information when you can’t make proper use of it. Thalia had done well by passing such vital information to her before their proposed future enemies and she really needed to make use of that to their vantage.

Arcoven was still in her thought when a generous idea surfaced. The idea that could birth a permanent solution to the ordeal Thalia had scried about. Since the prophecy has clavered Ryan would be the father of the seed that would destroy her kind in the future–then the best solution was killing Ryan Jericho before he could think wise to meet a woman.



But easier said than done. Ryan was known to be the strongest hybrid on earth, so taking down such a man so brawny would entail taking insidious measures. Measures like contacting Alzarius, the witch responsible for performing the spell of Eden on Ryan that turned him to a hybrid.



But before that, she had to assemble the Laraba’s officials and deliberate with them on how they would declare manhunt for any strangers that just plodded into the town. After that, she would contact Alzarius, the most powerful witch who also happened to be her blood sister. It was a steepened circumstance that droved Alzarius out of Laraba down to Locksley town where she found solace and transformed Ryan to a Hybrid to enable him kill the timber wolf that attacked them. Now, she was in best position to stop Ryan’s heartbeat and Arcoven was not ready to allow it slip off her hand.



However, one thing was certain, after the maraud that was about to ensure between the Lamiae and the Larabas in Laraba town, Laraba would cease to be the place locution yelled ‘where love never ends,’ because it would mark the beginning of fierce battle between the Lamiae and the Larabas.