Kie is only a poor fellow who works at a stable, where he strives to make ends meet - to feed himself and his dying mother. He has no faith in the gods who had found no delight in healing his mother. He thinks to lead such life on (as a groom) till death takes his mother and he be gone from the land which had turned a blind eye on them. To live a solitary life in some cave and die with his celibacy. But little did he know fate was yet to begin its games. Soon did he discover what fate has in stock for him when he met an Alan in the woods; A prophecy which sets his life rolling was given. The implication of the prophecy were thus; ✓ He was a sworn heir of the gods to the throne of his land. But by Horus, he believes in no god, why have they chosen him? ✓ His wife, his to-be queen, was the personal maid of the obnoxious princess of the land. And unknown to the both of them, the maid has no faintest idea that she would be a great witch. ✓ And they both would conceive the greatest Warlock who had ever lived. "A warlock with the heart of the gods, mind of men." The words of the Alan. A warlock who would bring about a new era. An era where neither would the gods be greater than men nor men lesser than the gods. Yet, both unequal. But Kie has a BIG problem. He keeps misinterpreting the Alan's prophecy; His bane.
"Huh?"
He flinched, as a daze of light zoomed past his face. He turned immediately and caught the sight of the running creature. At first it seemed like a wild dog, but then the dog took a stray turn in the undergrowth, and suddenly he got the greatest shock of his life. A dog with the head of a lady.
"What in the world..."
His jaws dropped as his eyes widened. For a moment he thought that his eyes were playing some tricks on him. But it occured to him that standing there would make no difference. And for some reason he couldn't place, he started running after the creature. A wild chase!
As light as his soles were, their swiftness could do no justice to how keen he wanted to catch up with the giant, closely hairless and fleet-footed mysterious creature.
The creature took another turn in a cluster of shrubs to foster a maneuver and lose him, but he leapt and almost landed on the creature's back. He fell on his side. He heard a faint crack in his ribs. It felt like he lost something. No! Actually two.
"Goodness."
He cussed as he regained his balance and set the duel rolling again. This time, he summoned every sense of vigor and rage in him to complement the effort of his soles as the sides of his feet crashed against fallen and broken twigs littering the woods. Few bruises wouldn't stop his quest. The only mistake he had made was not coming with,
"Talia."
He grunted, pushing the stiffness of his broad shoulders loose. His two arms flinging loosely in the apt atmosphere as an idea popped into his mental ken.
He began to run offtrack, taking exactly the opposite directions the creature was racing through. But he never slackened his pace nor lost the tenacity.
There was an assembly of trees in between the both of them. They seemed to be running almost side by side, but the border of trees heightened the odds. But he kept his face to the front. He was getting exhausted, but he didn't lag.
He fancied the risk of taking a peek at the creature, even though he knew he could tumble and lose it for good. But the risk was fruitful. The beautiful human head seemed smeared by mud and its jaws in rage showcased the fangs hanging down the upper jaw in a fierce roar - a dark growl.
"Just more."
He urged himself and let out a loud growl, summoning every ounce of idle strength lurking in his veins.
As he drew nearer to the end of the assembly, he shot the creature a gaze again and for the first time saw the stain of blood on its belly.
"Stop running."
He called, probably convincing himself that since the creature had a human head, it probably would reply. But there didn't seem to be any need for that anymore as he got to the end of the assembly.
He double-crossed the creature at a point where the gloomy side of a grotto bordered a large hickory tree. The quick turn of the relentless creature made it crash into the large tree. He took that advantage.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Stay calm."
He put one of his hands up, as the creature, even though cornered, with fear stalking its clenched jaws, kept showing off its fangs at intervals. Growling. Its sharp red eyes creepy.
"I mean it. If you tell me what you are."
But the creature kept growling, glaring at his left hand which had a poised spear.
"Oh, this."
He got the idea and put it behind him.
"I don't have to use violence. But tell me what you really are. I hate to admit that you're a magical creature because I don't believe in those make up stories."
He kept his stance before the creature, stiffening his jaws. He seemed at the verge of losing it because the creature didn't give a slightest sign of the willingness to speak or --
"I don't have patience. I'll ask this the last time. And if you don't reply me, I'll pin you with this spear into that tree."
He poised the spear again, taking a cautious as well as purposeful step backwards.
"What are you?"
He waited after those words and since no response.
"I don't give empty threats."
He flaunted and raised the spear. And without second thoughts, he hurled it at the creature. The sharp steel blade of the spear made for its wounded stomach, traveling in such crazed velocity.
Squish. The spear had a contact. It had eaten through the hairless brown skin of the creature, pinning it to the hickory. The tree had its share of the splattered blood as well as the fallen leaves.
"Someone must see this."
He turned without taking his spear and began to walk away.
"Should I take it with me?"
He argued.
"No. The tree moves not. Neither would the carcass. And no hunter would come this far into the woods. And even if they do, no guts can withstand such a creature."
His conviction. He resumed walking.
And suddenly, he heard a crackling behind him. That was what it sounded like at first but then it seemed as though the winds were having a conference behind him, sewing notes of melodies.
"Huh?"
He turned immediately but shuddered as every sense of being within him came on fully. Ripples of multitudinous emotions crashing against one another in his reins.
"Did you see a wierd creature here?"
A side of his face tossed aside in surprise, at the more mysterious creature standing before him; A half-lady, half-eagle. From the head to the waist, a lady, while the rest were the legs of a large eagle. Complemented by eagle's wings.
He took a step forward and pointed one of his fingers, exhibiting no sense of terror,
"Or are you the same one --"
The face looked familiar. Like the face on the mysterious dog.
"I bet you thought you killed a silhouette of the gods!"
The lady's face melted into a thin smile. He argued,
"This makes no sense. And I don't really care what it's all about. I just want to know where the dead dog or whatever, went to just now."
She flapped her wings instead and took two steps forward. Its talons left gigantic prints in the damp earth housing the hickory.
"The gods have taken a delight in you. You are the rightful heir to the throne of Agranah. You're the next on their board of Mahjong! I'm only the bearer of their words."
Before he could interrupt, she'd continued,
"The woman with whom you shall cross the path of love is your worst enemy. And you shall be the father of the greatest Warlock to ever walk amongst the mortals."
She squinched her face suddenly as though something hit her. Then added,
"The one who shall bring the new era. An era where the gods are not greater than men, neither men lesser than the gods, nor both equal."
Twas more of a hesitation,
"Do not believe. You can't give what you don't have. Only be the pawn."
She suddenly flapped her wings and began to levitate as he barked at her,
"You must have taken a lot of mead to think you've made sense now. Go back to your gods and tell them to come down to me if I wouldn't break their jaws and feed their heads to the vultures. And then we would see who is the pawn."
But the mysterious lady didn't say a word. She was now suspended in the air, matching the height of the lofty hickory.
"You call them gods? I call them dogs! Why don't they impregnate you and be the mother of the Warlock? Bunch of retards."
He spat on the earth. But the lady didn't say a word as she flew off.
"Aiyg."
He grunted, looking around for the spear but it had been shattered. It must had been at the transformation process.
"Warlock indeed!"
He scoffed.
"Come one more time!!!"
He screamed on top of his voice meaning to address the lady who had been gobbled up by the vast space.
He rumpled his hair in rage and stomped his feet. He turned and began to return towards the direction he has come from.
"Aiyg!"
He cussed again and hurried up the path.
The three ladies (his daughter, maid and lover) want a half of him, but seriously, who divides a half into three? * * * Athena has given her words to her father that Vulcan, the mortal is better than every god, Zeus, her father formed and proposed that she marry. Because of that, she can't return to her father with shame and regret. She stands her ground, she will fight for who she loves. The Nymph will not back down, because all her life, she had only been a puppet to Athena's will, and taking her man will be the best comeback. Prium will not let Vulcan off her hook because she had left every thing she was and had back in the village because of him. Returning to the village is a 'NO'. And Vulcan? He holds them all in same regard because all of them have been useful in one way or the other. But deep down, the memories he has shared sexually and emotionally with Athena back in fantasy keeps reminding him of his love for her.
Lailah, a beautiful Nymph, was spat out by the sea after angering the great Poseidon. Luckily, she was rescued by the cunning Ja Lia, who of course, immediately felt a strong sexual attraction to her. He made advances, and she submitted, wanting to repay him for his kindness. But she liked the sex a little much. Transforming into an insatiable seductress, she proceeded to test will of other men, who unknown to her were Ja Lia's siblings. Angered by this betrayal, Ja Lia sets sail on the open sea but met with new fate. Poseidon would recruit him against Lailah, who already carries his child.
He was hunted by some Centuars and Satyrs after he'd breached the orders of the underworld. Then they pursued him till he lost them to a forest. He was found by some of the creatures who he killed. He stayed in the forest for a while till a lady came to the forest. He was surprised to realize that other creatures existed and stole after her till he found a voluptuous village. He returned to his stead (the trunk of a tree) and would go to steal the babies of the inhabitants of the village. He kept on this and travelled to other parts of sewn villages whenever there was no baby to steal anymore. Nemesis caught up with him when it was time for him to be stolen. Ah! He who steal will be stolen.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."