Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

7 years ago

Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

Ryan felt indifferent at his act of spurning the monk’s help to save his life from the danger.

Even though he could now feel the truth glistering in his words, he could now smell the danger reeking; the atmosphere been corrupted with loud stench of eeriness—still, he believed in self-certitude to handle whatever harm trudging his way. At least he is a supernatural—a very powerful one to the core.

Immediately Lazarus left him, he had resumed his drinking bout and of course started pantomiming to another song spieling from his stereo when another odd sound piqued his eardrum. He could have sworn it was the same friendly sound like the other time but when the good dosage of it hit his eardrum, Ryan knew it was something else that scented nothing but death!

Immediately he stood prompted, ready for any attack that might want to trespass into his cabin. His maulers had grown visible claws that were ready to pounce and snag anything at all. His eyes had started glowing crimson-red, while his molars and canine had crawled out to form a long dangerous fangs prepare to chaw.

Thick hair had started finding their way out of his temple down. Giving him the look of a lycanthrope— Veins had also shot out from all over his body, veins that stood like thick worms ran from his neck down to his wrist.

Undoubtedly, Ryan had envisaged it was something that entailed fisticuffs, hence his reason for transforming, but unfortunately, he was totally wrong. He was still in his lycanthrope form, groaning and perusing his surrounding for any attack or something that served as intruder into his cabin when a fierce cesspool of wind that emanated from the woods blew towards his cabin, and suddenly, the wind swept him off his feet and pelted him on the ground. Ryan tried to stand up to defend himself but he could not—because he felt some invisible force had trapped him to the ground he was.
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He was still in his sprawling posture when he noticed two figures standing at the doorway of his cabin. Ryan recognized the two figures. One was the alpha to the werewolves that was dominating Laraba—Luciana, while the other was the witch that transformed him into a hybrid—Alzarius.

Alzarius’ retina had turned crystal white like a living spectre as she raised her hands aloft spewing some indistinctly words on Ryan Jericho while the hybrid groaned in pain. On certain intervals, she would raise her hands upward, a feat to tilt Ryan up in the air, defiling gravity—then slamming him on the ground by controlling her hand. Ryan’s head would bash the ground creating a wide opening for blood to seep out.

Ryan tried to react to the brutality being melted on him but he was powerless to do anything.

Alzarius’ maudlin magic had rendered him feeble. He wished he had harkened to his friend and collected the talisman from him.
“Wh-a-a-t are you doing th-is to me” He grunted out, mixture of sweat and blood seeping out of his pores.

Alzarius scoffed. “What does it look like? We are killing you slooowww–ly?” she said, feeling stoical as she emphasised ‘slowly’ in rather mockery way.
“But why are doing this? What have I done to deserve this?”

Luciana sneered at him. “To alter the future no one thought we could.” She quickly replied, hijacking the response from Alzarius “You’ve been pronounced the man to birth the seed that will be our doom. The seed that will end our race, sand that’s absolutely something I can’t allow to happen. So I’m just taking precaution methods here.”
Ryan shook his head in ail to debunk what Luciana just said. “That’s a lie! I can’t even have a woman talk less of fathering a child.

Please let me live!”

The alpha scoffed at him. “Don’t you get it? I will rather not take any chances.” Luciana hooted, taking mindful strides towards him. “I will not embark on a silly risk that will jeopardize everything my father left for him.

Our race is at stake here Ryan. I can’t endanger the fate of Laraba on a flimsy confession by you. So you have to die and bear the sacrifice! Die Ryan and let our race live.”
“I don’t have to die for this to happen. We can always get around to talk about. Nobody has to die!” he groaned but this time with tears in his eyes.

Luciana stooped low to where Ryan was being trapped and revealed her index finger to his face, a claw crawled out from the nail then she plunked it deep into Ryan’s chest. The impact made another wide opening bringing large volume of his blood to ooze out from him.
“You are wrong Ryan, someone has to die and obviously that person is you.” She cooed tauntingly and hoisted herself back to her feet.

Ryan felt betrayed. He looked at Alzarius face for pity but her face didn’t carry any. Empathy wasn’t registered on her face. She looked emotionless like some who had switched off her humanity. Her face looked rigid and determined to see him dead. At that moment he had myriads of reason why he should never have allowed himself to be transmuted into a vampire to be able to kill the timber wolf. He couldn’t be the woman he loved, he couldn’t have the gregarious life he had before and now he felt the people of Locksley had betrayed him including Alzarius. They all had stabbed with a steak knife laced with ingratitude. It was totally unfair.

For the first time, he remembered his brother’s words. Ryan had a brother who never wanted him to volunteer himself to be a supernatural. The brother had told him a day was coming that the people he thought he was saving now would come back and reciprocate him for all his kindness. But, it wouldn’t be what he expected because it would be brutal.

Exactly what was happening to him now.

He roared again as he was hoisted up in the mid-air the umpteenth time and slammed on the ground. His head smashed the hard table unleashing throes of pain that throbbed round his body. His flesh was rupturing with puddle of blood seeping out from every opening in his body.

Initially, Ryan had expected his body to heal. As a hybrid, his body was immune to lesion, bruises or any laceration. But unfortunately, he seemed to have lost his ability to heal because the blood oozing out from him was not stinting, as it continued forming a streamlet around him. He tried to struggle and break free but his strength was not matched to the magic being used on him.

“Then please grant me quick death. This pain is getting too much that I can bear. It’s excruciating.” Ryan lamented with tears drenching his face.
Alzarius stepped forward to him. “Don’t fight it Ryan, the spell is stronger than you. You can’t break free.” Alzarius said with a fairly moue face. “I understand the pain you are going through but trust me this is the only way to stop your heart beat. I should like to grant you a quick death but there isn’t any one. So just hold on to the pain; till death take you away. It wouldn’t take more than a day or two.” She said.
Ryan snarled and roared in frustration hearing those words. “You have to find a way to kill me quickly. I can’t hold on to this pain.”

“I can’t.” Alzarius yelled as she stepped away from him. “You have to hold on to it let death come and take you away. Goodbye Ryan.” She said softly as she walked away while Luciana followed suit.

Ryan continued to snarl and roared as the throbbing pain sorbed through his body. At that particular time, Ryan prayed for death to clasp him away quickly just ease him from the pain.

But death was deaf.
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Lazarus’ countenance was sudsed in dismay.

Concern flapped all over him as he trotted back to Ryan’s cabin. He couldn’t take his mind off Ryan just like that. He remembered he had made a promise to always look after him. Ryan could have thought Lazarus just appeared from nowhere to choose him as friend all because they were both living in reclusive. But no, it was Lazarus’ promise that spurred him to sacrifice his gregarious life to live in the woods.

Now, the sky was breezy in the wood and it looked like it just wanted to rain. However, the monk practically knew more than that. He knew it was presage to a demise of a herculean man—and no other man could be so herculean to the point of announcing his demise if not Ryan Jericho. Being a werewolf creature, and an Original vampire, he was indued with varieties of abilities. Ability to heal from lacerations, ability to mind-control and coerce anybody to bid to his wish without even lifting the thinnest limb, ability to compel anybody—even his fellow vampires and fellow werewolves were inclusive, and also ability to announce his death through foreboding and presage were few out of his abilities. But despite all these brawny abilities, Ryan would still thaw and tremble like docile pet under a very powerful witch like Alzarius Arcoven.

The monk finally reached Ryan’s abode after tearing passed sea of shrubs. He could see Ryan was still trapped on the ground sprawlingly, enjoying the comfortlessness and chafed throbbing through him.
“Ryaaanaaaaaan” His friend yelled. “Hang on I’m coming to save you.” He said and lurched to enter the cabin but was jostled back by an invisible barrier at the doorway, he tried harder still he was not making progress. He was not able to go in to help his friend.
“Ryan you need to invite me in before I can enter. Your doorway has been conceived.” He cried out to Ryan.
Ryan shook his head in distraught. “I can’t invite you in. I think I’m trapped in here.” He grunted lividly.

Alzarius was subtle in her effort. She had laced Ryan’s doorway with an invisible barrier to debar anybody from inside going to help him.

She knew Ryan was capable of mind-controlling any animal to feed on. And variably, if Ryan should feed on any animal at that particular time or get a tot taste of blood, then the spell would be broken and he would escape. Hence the reason she had taken enough measure to seal her victory by casting an invisible groyne to disallow anybody or any animal from entering the cabin.
“Just hang on my friend. I promise to get you out.” The monk assured his friend as he thought over other alternative.
“Laz.” Ryan groaned softly.
The monk looked at his friend and noticed he was giving up. He sighed.
“Please Ryan; don’t start telling some plaintive tale of how I should forgive you because you didn’t collect the talisman from me. Ryan I’m not mad at you. I can’t be mad at you. So right now I need you to trust me when I say I will get you out of …”
“Laaaaaaz!” Ryan called, cutting the monk off.
“Thank you.”

The monk wiped the tears in his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet, let me get you out of here first.”
“It’s over Laz.” Ryan m0aned.
The monk shook his head. “No it’s not over yet. Remind me to give you a smack when you finally get away from this. I made a promise to keep you save and that I will do.” The monk blabbed on, trying to lift Ryan’s spirit that was already dejected.
The concern hanging on his face had turned to frustration. His face was drenched with tears as he tried all his best to enter Ryan’s cabin but couldn’t. The invisible groyne kept denying him entrance. He watched as his friend groaned his last breath. But fortunately an idea perched on him as he remembered the talisman. He delved out the talisman from him and placed it the ground. Then he assembled four pebble stones and also placed them juxtaposing the talisman. He brought out a knife and used the knife to slash his wrist to bring out blood. The monk let the blood oozed out inside the middle of assembled pebble stone. He knew what Ryan needed to break free from the spell was just a blood. No amount was too little.

Immediately Ryan scented the blood, he snarled and groaned harder. He struggled to break free to quench the excruciating thirst.
The monk allowed reasonable amount to seep into the stone before stinting the blood. “Relax friend, the blood will surely get to you.” he mouthed as he hunkered in front of the talisman, his blood and the pebbled stones, spewed some spells to summon the four elements of nature—the water, the fire, the air and the earth inside the talisman to come to his aide. An instantaneously, his request was blessed with a tidal waves. The tidal waves brought long a force that lifted the four pebbles stones containing his blood and manoeuvred them towards the doorway of Ryan’s cabin.

Lazarus grinned as he watched his blood gliding towards the cabin. Happiness frolicked inside him knowing he was about saving his friend. But as much as he was happy, Lazarus couldn’t deny he was feeling anxious too. Ryan’s face lit with happiness also as smile appeared on his face. But not long after did their smiles turned crept away as the four pebble stones carrying the blood inside the cabin stopped abruptly while the blood splashed out from it.
They were all stultified.

Frustration crept back on Lazarus face.

However, the frustration soon deepened to wad of swivet and fright as Lazarus watched Alzarius; the powerful witch take smouldering strides towards him. Behind her was a very beauteous and resplendent lined wolf. Lazarus soon noticed that as beautiful the wolf look, her stare was totally unbeautiful and repulsive. Her stare carried a placard of death!