Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated To The Evil Viking : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I hate daytime. The rise of the sun which usually brings some level of joy to others has only brought sadness to me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while getting physically abused in the process, till late in the evening when most pack members finally retire to bed. What makes it worse is that my body is not strong enough to withstand the magnitude of pain they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themse

Even though my sense of hearing isn't that great, I stand still in the middle of the woods, listening with my head tilted to one side... but all I hear is silence! I become worried then since I know there's nothing like a silent night in these woods that I've been walking to and from the pack house for the past two years.It is simply not right. The night air is supposed to be dominated by the sounds of crickets and frogs. The sounds of owls that hoot every so often in the distance. The sounds of the wind that relieves the humid heat and rustle the trees, and also the occasional high-pitched howls made by amorous foxes.I feel cold chilling sensations and goosebumps all over my body as I resume walking– hurriedly this time.The only sound I can hear right now is the sound of my footsteps crunching over twigs and dead leaves and it's creeping me out. I stop walking yet again when it feels as if I'm being watched, turning around to see if there is somebody behind me but no one. 'I must

Thor's POV"Thor, your father is on the line for you." Eric, my best friend and assistant said. I look up from the vegetables and pieces of fruit I was adding to the blender to see him walk towards me with a phone in hand.I ignore the phone and continue with what I'm doing"You can tell Vlad, The Impaler, I'm not home or he could go fuck himself, I don't give a shit either way!" I coldly reply. I'm about to add another vegetable to the smoothie I'm making when I hear my old man's angry voice blaring out of the phone's speaker. My hand freezes midair over the blender with the kale I'm about to put in it"You scoundrel, son of a gun!... 'Vlad, The Impaler!?' Really!?... I might not be the best father in the world but I am still your father, stupid and I hope you've not forgotten that!?... I expect you back home in California by tomorrow evening! And when I say tomorrow evening, I mean tomorrow evening Thor! This is the last time I will be asking you so don't force my hand into doing

We didn't know how my dad got to know we were leaving the country. He stormed the airport with his warriors and refused to allow us to board the plane. He had no problem with my mom leaving but he would never let her take me, and ordered two of his warriors to hold me downIt seemed my uncle already anticipated this would happen since he brought along with him huge warrior wolves that were way, way bigger than my dad's warriors. My dad and uncle started arguing. Their arguments escalated into bloody fights with my dad and his warriors suffering the most injuries but still, he refused to back down. When he saw his warriors were no match for my uncle's, he commanded them all to leave. After they had all left, he told my uncle...'You can take your sister, but it will be over my dead body before I allow you to take my son!''Your son? Like seriously!?...' How could he still call me his son after the way he's been treating me!?' I wondered in annoyance.Even if my uncle didn't say it out

Now that I got myself kicked out before my eighteenth birthday, where will I stay in the meantime? I thought as I hurried back to my broom closet room. And I still need to get to work right now otherwise, the work will be too much for Martha, and I might get punished if we don't meet up with time I enter and look around. I don't have much packing to do since everything I owned in my life fits into one suitcase. I just go to the corner where some paint buckets are stacked into each other. I remove the first five buckets. Inside the sixth bucket, wrapped carefully with a stripe of cloth and a small ziploc bag is the fifteen hundred dollars that I managed to save after Celine collected more than half of my salary every month.I open the ziploc bag and exhale in relief when I see my money is intact. I remove the piece of cloth leaving only the ziploc. Then I fold it tightly, remove one of my sneakers, and put the money inside. I wear my shoes back and tighten the shoelace to make sure