All Chapters of The Children of Thunder: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sisi Kola recovered first as he drew a hand gun from his purse aimed at Obiora and fired. The result was instantaneous as the weapon probably wasn’t an ordinary hand gun because the blast chucked Obiora cannonballing back into the house.“Obi” Orchid cried. They soon realized it was an ambush as armed Askari guards sprang from hidden places and they were soon surrounded.“We mean you no harm kids, well not entirely the big guy made me nervous.” Sisi Kola grinned. “Well you fellas took us for a ride didn’t you, now get into the van and nobody else gets hurts.”Orchid laughed bitterly. “You should have thought about that before shooting at the wildest among us, good luck getting us into your vehicle now.” She said, as if on cue Obiora launched himself from the wreckage he was buried in, grabbed Sisi kola by his belt and hurled him across the lake with a roar, his body bounced over the lake surface like a

There was no better place to have an inconspicuous meeting than in the rowdy and unruly atmosphere of the creek road night club; the most famous edifice of revelry and debauchery in the whole city, in spite of the curfew in place due to the recent incidents, amid the constant monster sightings and the rising number of missing night crawling pedestrians, the party lovers were still heading out to the late-night clubs in droves.It’s been a week since the whole eye-opening footage in his nephew’s apartment and he still hasn’t gotten any lead on the whole issue behind the experimented Abami and the now infamous institute. Detective Okafor sat at the bar before ordering a shot of baileys while he waited for his contact, a con-man and a felon called Moshe, Officer Lee has pulled one of his illicit strings to get him this meeting as the favor he owed piled up. Just as he was beginning to wonder if the person that he was meeting had chickened out and was not coming

The Askaris skidded to a stop in unison as they warily appraised their targets in defensive stances; they drew stun rods instead of the large guns strapped behind them, a safe bet that the children were still wanted in one piece; the harsh breathing from the Elite Askaris helmets visor was the thing betraying their rigid postures. One of the Askaris stepped forward as he reached up to his helmet, the tinted visor slid up with a hiss to expose his grinning face. The siblings started in recognition.It was Miguel; one of the Brazilian twins, the sparring pair at the institute drill hall. They were last seen right after Obiora had injured the both of them when his flaming feathers manifested.“You,” Obiora snarled, his long-buried resentment for his old tormentor curled up his throat.“Hello to you too amigo, still yet to have that fiery temper of yours under control?” Miguel chuckled, “I’m a little hurt my friend, you don’

Amadioha led them through a narrow passage from the back-office corridor and stopped before a large door, he muttered a few words under his breathe before opening the door to a serene environment, a stark difference to the rowdiness they’d left behind in Onitsha market.The siblings filed out the office door as they gazed around in wonder, they knew that they are no longer in the city of Onitsha, the enormous billboard hanging in the distance informed them that they were within the campus ground of the university of Nigeria, Nsukka. The Igbo deity led them briskly down the campus walkway as they took in the sights and impressive faculty buildings, one of their professors from the institute claimed to have been from the university, like everything they’d known, their knowledge of the famous university had been from hearsay and video clips.Amadioha strolled unconcerned on through the bustle of students and other academics, it was as if they were invisible to

Omotola felt herself once again being carried across a dusky sky on strong hardy wings, but the wings were not her own, it belonged to a white-backed vulture, she was the vulture and yet not the vulture, she felt like she was just sharing passage, just an observer and not the one behind the wheel. she soared effortlessly on; her keen gaze swept over the West African savannah below, missing nothing.A herd of gazelles leapt across the Omehrvon River, she had no idea how she came to know the river’s name but still she knew. Her host’s keen eyes watched as each herbivore tried to outleap its companion in a vain show of virility. It was mid rainy season, with plenty of supple grassland to graze on. The herd was strong and its calves healthy. A weak or ill stray for it to stalk was less likely as its gaze sought out other prey, the belly of the vulture; whose body she was currently habituating rumbled in anticipation at the thought.Next, she saw a pride of lion