Novels by Peters Blessing

"We've arrived." Kruel's deep voice rang over his shoulders as he stepped behind to open the now battered door, the children still in chains came out. Five men walked toward Kruel, engaging him in a conversation. Mangolia recognized the men's aura as the ones who pursued after him then, they must have followed behind their wagon. They turned, their eyes sharp as they scanned the children as if counting their numbers. One walked behind Ripo , shoving him and others in front of him, in the direction he wanted them to go.“Keep walking,” he snarled. His voice rasped like bark scraping against stone.Mangolia grunted, spitting a mouthful of saliva to the dirt. “You could at least offer your guests some water” he muttered. The back of a hairy fist cracked against his jaw before the words even finished leaving his lips.“Speak again,” said the chimpanzee, “and I’ll use your tongue for the ritual right now, rather than waiting for you to adjust.” his lips unfurled in an ugly grin, yellow

“So any plans of escape?” Mangolia cleared his throat, his voice, low yet firm , carried through the tight spaceNo one answered. The smallest boy in the middle, lifted his head, his clavicles popping out like dried twigs, his small head dangled on his thin neck as he tilted his head at Mangolia. “What a fool.” He snarled bitterly “do you think you can escape from the clutches of this wicked man? We are small, he is big, even a blind can see we stand no chance against that monster, so-”“You underestimate yourself.” Mangolia interrupted. “If we move together, one man cannot overpower us all.”The little boy smirked.“You must have been taken for ransom,” the boy started. His voice was soft, but something about it made the others glance his way, wary. “Fancy shirt, clean hands, freedom mentality. Definitely not one of us.”Mangolia straightened, tugging against his chains. “My suggestion isn’t because of my status but let me introduce myself. I am Mangolia Paul. My father will burn th

The path wound toward the forest, moonlight dripping through branches above them. Kruel walked ahead, massive and silent.Mangolia scowled at his back hard.“You fight well,” Kruel said casually, as if commenting on the weather. “For a boy.”Mangolia scoffed. “Should I blush?”“You’re strong,” Kruel continued, ignoring him. “Powerful instincts. Good footwork. A bit wild, but interesting. I can understand why you were quite confident. "“Oh, please,” Mangolia hissed, his leg kicking the dried wooden branch in front of him. “If you think flattery makes me like you, you’re delusional.”Kruel huffed a low amused sound. “Your young spirit is quite refreshing.”Mangolia rolled his eyes. “I'm so honored to refresh your ancient bones.”Kruel’s lips twitched. “and you also have quite the mouth."“I'll be accepting your donations. Nothing's for free, least of all this entertaining mouth.”Kruel gave him a long, unreadable glance over his shoulder. “We’ll see.”Mangolia shifted uncomfortably.“W

“You keep pushing me,” Mangolia growled through a clenched jaw, every word trembling with the effort not to explode.Kruel bared his teeth, a slow, feral unfurling. “Then push back boy.”His voice dipped, shameless."I enjoy a good foreplay amidst the tussle of fists." soft chuffing sounds followed his revelation as his hand swung forward and backward in excitement.Mangolia groaned in annoyance, rushing sloppily at Kruel, his body crouched low to confuse Kruel. In a swift motion, he sprang up and hurled his fist straight at Kruel’s jaw.Kruel’s head tilted aside with the lazy interest, barely dodging Mangolia's full-force punch. Mangolia’s knuckles punched nothing but air, and Kruel’s lips split into a wicked grin.“That’s adorable,” he declared in a loud voice, pleasure evident in his gaze as his gaze darkening as he slid his tongue across his lips with a slow, deliberate smack.His eyes flashed with predatory delight, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming any form of chaos Mangoli

The Sand Fang froze, terror rooting them in place. Even Lanky's face paled at the sight of him.“You… you’re—” Lanky gasped, his eyes widening at first , fingers twitching uselessly at his sides. His jaw worked, words caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. His eyes darted over Mangolia’s hulking form, pupils narrowing, teeth gritting.“A… werewolf,” he spat, voice low and venomous, each syllable dripping with disgust and fury. A collective hiss of disapproval arose from the Sand Fangs.Werewolves were hated among the jackals. The jackals felt the werewolves thought themselves superior to other canine families, so despite not having they guts to fight the werewolves. Who honestly cared little to zero about their opinions. They just hated them instead.Fangs bared, Mangolia’s growl rolled over the rooftops, a warning carried by the wind. “No more games,” he growled, voice raw, eyes burning. He tilted back his head, letting a feral howl that pierced through the evening sky.At his

"Get him." Lanky's voice rumbled, dark and commanding. "and bring my money to me." His voice dropped menacingly low. The words barely left his lips before the gang surged at Mangolia, eyes wild with anticipation, teeth bared, eager to tear Mangolia down.Mangolia bared his fangs wide, a growl ripping from his chest as he rushed at them in equal excitement to prove his strength. His hands closed around a jackal’s neck, lifting him slightly off the ground, then effortlessly slamming him against the wall with a thud that echoed through the alley."Come at me." Mangolia taunted and Lanky's eyebrow rose, a flicker of amusement passing over his face.Without wasting time, two jackals lunged at him. Mangolia ducked under their swings with precision, but his ankle caught against a sturdy stone. A grunt followed as he stumbled, rolling till he hit hard against the wall. His teeth flashing as he spat blood. His mind raced. As if to answer his distress. Shadows loomed at the edge of the alley