"Hunny! Did you miss me?" Calistè gave a smug smile while Xavier stared in shock."You…yo " he tried to speak but what befell his eyes was greater than what his mouth could speak out loud."Yeah. I understand" she made a mocking face." Now! Are we going to fight or what?" She grinned big time and whistled to her beasts.He beasts all came after the others that stood in the room, Layla immediately changed to a wolf, her teeth snarling and her roar as clear as crystal.Calistè raced towards Xavier, her sword in hand as she raised her arms and swung at Xavier.Xavier missed it by a beat and she smirked hard ."Oh, much I've waited for this!" She screamed and charged at Xavier again, her heels hotter than the very earth as she kept off.Meanwhile kycans began to climb the walls and started to hit the windows."Jimin! The windows" Jamie screamed while trying to fend off a beast who looked at him as though he was nothing more than food.Before jimin could think of anything else, the shatte
“Rhea? Helping? After all I told you about her?”The disgust on Jimin’s face was pretty much obvious and Xavier knew that it was going to take more than mere words to convince his Beta that the Lycan kings daughter was actually on their side.“She’s helping out with Calistè,” Xavier frowned staring at Jimin. “She saved my life and i really think we should give her a chance.”“Well I don’t think we should,” Jimin sighed. “After all that she’s done, but if that’s what you want, who am into argue with you?”Jimin turned around immediately and stormed out and Xavier watched as he left. He turned to face Jaime and Layla who had been quiet all the while and he stared at them.“What’s with the look?” Layla frowned. “Come on let’s go help your Luna. I want to be an aunty very soon.”Xavier smiled and blushed and bolted towards the sound of the clanking swords. He was happy that his sister had gotten over her hatred for Rhea and he knew that with her on his side now they were going to defeat C
“Wake up Xavier.”13 year old Xavier Damon decided that he couldn’t keep ignoring the voice that had been beckoning to him for the past thirty minutes. He turned and stretched in his bed, tired. He looked up at the broken clock hanging loosely on the cracked wall of his room. It was 10pm.“But I slept off by 10 and it’s been hours,” he said to himself coming down from the bed.He opened the door of his room and walked through the corridor. From the other end, he could hear the sound of water dropping steadily from the kitchen . He paused and perked his ears to listen. Something was not right!In the thirteen years he had lived with his family in one of the oldest and most dilapidated house in Manhattan, there was one thing he knew for sure – the kitchen tap never leaked. Every other tap in the apartment but not the kitchen tap. He walked further, his grip tight on the torchlight in his hand, ready to put it on at any minute and go “Bam!” on whoever he would find snooping around.Getti
“Wake up Xavier,” Xavier opened his eyes slowly, squinting at the bright light shining above. He jumped up, suddenly aware of the surrounding. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the winds blew gently, carrying along debris and fallen leaves all the way. Xavier spun around confused, wondering how he had slept off at home and woken up by the side of a busy road. Little children skidded along the road, their shoes with tyres and they all stared at him as they skidded past as though he was from an 1850 vintage collection. Some even pointed at him.“What’s he wearing?” he heard them murmur.“Looks like a 19th century pauper,” another laughed.“Think he slept on the road…oh the cold,” one said.“Still doesn’t explain why you’re dressed up like an old farm boy.”They all laughed and Xavier stared at his clothes wondering what was wrong about wearing an overcoat in the cold winter of 1922. He ignored them and walked on, wondering where his family house that had been standing on that
“Wake up Xavier."Xavier Damon should have gotten used to the drill of a voice in the winds waking him up occasionally but he woke up on the morning of the second of September to the face of a girl about sixteen staring him down.“Layla?” he murmured, sleepy. “You’ve grown tall overnight? And what’s with the red hair?”“Not Layla,” she frowned. “And you might want to change out of those rags. We can’t have people trooping in here to stare at a 19th century relic.” Xavier’s ears perked up immediately as he heard the ‘19th century.“Sorry who are you?” he asked sitting up cautiously. “And what’s today’s date?”“Ariana,” she said. “You can call me Aria.”“Okay Aria,” Xavier said. “What’s going on? Where’s Layla? And who’s house is this.”“Ghost finally found your family,” Aria said, staring him down with her grey eyes.“Who’s Ghost?” Xavier stood up. “And what does he want with my family?”“Wouldn’t forget the name of the man who killed my family even after a thousand years,” Aria mutter
Xavier’s first day of school turned out to be like a typical werewolf’s first – terrible. Dressed in an oversized grey T-shirt and black leather pants, he looked pretty cool. His sand colored hair had been cut neat the previous day bringing out his handsome facial features and Aria was not at all surprised when boys glared angrily and girls tripped over their laces, staring at him. Xavier was thirteen, handsome and he was a werewolf.Aria escorted him to the door of a classroom and after a brief discussion with a lanky woman on a pair of binoculars, she smiled and left him without saying a word. He turned to follow her but feeling a soft hand on his back, he turned back. It was the woman Aria had been speaking with.“Xavier, I suppose?” she squinted at him through her binoculars.“Yes Ma’am,” he said.“The good kid I see,” she smiled. “Got some manners there.”“My ma taught me to greet my elders and stay out of trouble,” Xavier replied.“Your ma?” she frowned, wondering why he spoke O
A werewolf?”Everyone started gathering round little by little and very soon, the class was filled with students from different grades.“How do you know?”“Who told you so?”“Come on, werewolves don’t exist!”“You know Brad, he’s a liar.”“I’M NOT LYING!” Brad screamed quieting the class down immediately. “And I’ve got proof.”“Then show us,” someone said.“Yeah,” another student supported. “Show us.”“Show us,” a girl shouted.“Show us,” everyone chorused.“I would,” Brad grinned feeling like the hero. “If you would follow my terms.”“What terms?” someone in the crowd asked“Get me a sharp knife,” he smiled. “And hold the werewolf down.”Xavier stared round at the crowd that thronged him, surprised that they were actually cool with Brad’s crazy ideas. A knife? And holding him down? He began to panic immediately and started thinking of the best way to escape what could turn out to be a very ugly situation so quick.“Guys calm down, I’m not a werewolf,” he announced. “I’m Xavier Damon.
Xavier struggled to make his way across the lawn. He had lost a lot of blood already but he kept on going. He knew he had to keep going. For everybody, for Layla, for his family, for his people. He had to put an end to the mindless massacre of werewolves that had been going on since. He struggled to keep moving and surprisingly his body carried on. He stopped at the sight of the house. From the distance, he could recognize it as the house he had been living in, Ariana’s house and it took all of his will power to crawl to the door.“Aria!” he called and blacked out immediately.The next thing Xavier could remember was the warm water trickle down his skin. He opened his weak eyes to look around and his eyes found Aria with a bowl of water beside him.“Xavier,” she smiled staring at him with her hazel eyes. “You’re alive. Thank goodness.”“I am?” he asked lost. His brain was still trying to process the events of the last hour and it took him some time to remember. He sat up immediately re