Novels by Alako Abidemi

Dominic.I could still feel the phantom burn of those damned fire wolves on my face, back and arms. I did not believe that I was going to survive my encounter with them but I was here alive and still breathing. I had Kieran to thank for his ruthless takeover of this facility called the Den. The place had come in useful and had literarily saved my life. Physically, I was better but mentally, I was scarred and it was going to take a while before my mind fully healed.I felt like something was still on fire in me but I could not point at what it was. The Den had a resting area. It was very well furnished and had comfortable couches to sit on. But I was thrown off by how white everything was. The walls, the ceilings, the tables and the art pictures o

Terror coursed through my veins. Whoever these Elder wolves were, they sounded like bad news.Marcus paced around the crypt, lost in thought and deeply consumed by the story he was talking about.“The Elder wolves,” he muttered and shook his head gravely. So, they were bad news. I thought.“What happened to the Elder Wolves?” I asked.“Nothing,” Marcus answered and shrugged.“But you seem rather distraught just speaking their name,” I said.“I am distraught because they have abandoned us, they have left us to our own devices,” he replied.“I do not think these elders are the answers to our problems,” I replied. “They would be here if they really cared.” I added dismissively.“Where are these so-called Elder Wolves?” Elvira said with a slight sneer.“No one knows where they are?” Marcus replied and clicked the button in his hand. The picture flicked to another picture depicting three gigantic werewolves. They were the size of a skyscraper.“Are they supposed to be that big?” I asked in

Sage.I watched images upon I images being displayed the on-screen projector. The olden preserved scroll of creatures that I had never seen before in my life.“These are creatures trying to get the through the Rift to invade this place,” Marcus replied. “Why here?” Ava asked worriedly. I could tell that she unable to truly get what happening.“Have you not been listening to anything all? Silver Crest is at war and there is no chance of avoiding it” Ava clamped her mouth shut. I could already tell the was regretting tagging along with us.

Sage.I was at loss of word as I descended the rocky spiraling staircase. I had suspected that something like this but I did not know it was even real.It was a mixture an underground bunker and cavern. It induced some form claustrophobia that made me so exited to be in a place where a few elite people were allowed in."I went through your research history," Marcus said as he led the way deeper and deeper into the hole of books. "You interest has passed the physical and has been pulled rather unwittingly into the metaphysical."I smiled as I descended the stair. Marcus and I had always followed the habit of looking at each other's area of interest.It had greatly helped my vocabulary growing up."I wondered why you did not come to me sooner," Marcus shook his head in disbelief and chuckled."I did not think about it until now, Marcus. I had been. Taking in all that was happening from a logical perspective. I was trying to calculate my bad days but then I realized that there was no roo

Sage.The library was as silent as a graveyard despite the sheer number of people in it. It was like there was a mysterious urge to seek knowledge after Kieran and his Alphas took over the ruling of Silver Crest.It seemed the people took some solace in books. Maybe it was their only way out of dealing with the chaos.“What are we looking for?” Ava asked in a whisper.“We are not looking for anything.” I stated dismissively and took in the sight and ambience of the vast library. “Then why are we here?” she pressed.“To look for someone.” I replied.“And who might that be, if you do not mind me asking.” Ava said, getting irritated by my vague responses. “The head archivist,” I replied in an even tone and walked to where Marcus usually had his office. Marcus was the official care taker of the Silver Crest library. A role he had accepted with pride and executed with a discipline and principle that made even the council envious.Marcus was deeply hated by the now defunct Council because

Kieran.I had spoken to the countless dead. Death was my constant companion. I was used to its touch and cold caress.I awoke to the biting cold that gnawed at my naked skin. I was where I had never been before. The skies were eternally black and cloudy. Thunder and red streaked lighting were constant. Was I dead? Was this where my story ended? I felt no fear just a strange sense of peace and tranquillity. I felt like nothing mattered again. I felt like I was finally home. I took one step after another, taking in my surrounding.I had no idea where I was nor did I recognize the path I walked. The land was vast and the ground was cracked. I kept on walking until I saw the boundaries of a city on a dark and reddish horizon.It looked like the city was on fire. I was bound by a curiosity that compelled me to walk faster. The closer that I got, the colder it became. I had so no one else as I walked.I caught sight of a very tall and large figure. He looked deadly, monstrous and imposing