Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Omega's Surge: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I ducked out of the way, as the blade swung past my nose, almost kissing it. Vrax let out a groan of anger and swung at me again. I then doubled backwards as the axe came for my head, with his muscles swaying in tune with his weapon.“What sorcery is this?” I yelled in surprise. Vrax's strength seemed to have doubled in intensity since Elder Jacob used that weird scepter on him. It was as though he was being controlled by another force—or he most probably was. The Vrax I knew was ruthless, but he would never even dream of attacking an alpha.The crowd that had gathered had disbanded now, screaming and trying to get away from the ongoing battle between my head and Vrax's axe. In the corner of my mind that wasn't populated by surviving the blows, I marvelled at how cowardly they were. They were willing to sacrifice me to the enemy without even batting an eyelid.He swung another heavy blow, that could have taken my arm off if it landed, but I darted left, and out of the way, then crouch

The atmosphere hung stiff, as though the sky itself was now airtight. The people froze, unable to breathe; aghast at the atrocity.The axe had hit its target, point blank and straightforward, with no two ways about it.Even I acknowledged the accuracy with a smirk; watching satisfied as her head broke in a flowing movement.Free of the ropes that held her.Her body leaned back in a tired slump to the ground; stressed but free, and with her hands still clasped behind her back, she gave the image of a package that had been manhandled into a carton, now happy to finally be opened.I dropped the axe, and moved swiftly to her, growing claws on my right hand; again involuntarily, and in one swipe, her wrists were released. I then shook the blades away, before gently peeling off the tape that held her mouth, revealing lips that challenged strawberry pie. I paused for a fraction of a second, watching them shiver; shaking from trepidation that had seemingly reached her soul. There were mud sta

Myra’s POVThe world to me was a cage now.And I sat trapped inside. With the locks bound by chains, protected by spikes, and lit a fire; burning with flames that rekindled the very second some fortunate wind blew them off. I was a puppet. An orphan with a mother.The world was cruel. I already knew, but I could see it more clearly now, I could see how, I could see why. Yet I couldn't accept it.I held the letter in my hands and my tears tapped its frame; soaking the parchment till it became damp with guilt. The words were short; forming only a sentence, and they said someone was waiting for me. Was it my mother? Was she truly waiting for me? I sobbed, wondering where she was, and how she would survive alone; questioning if I ever even tried hard enough to help.Because why did I fail? Why was I too slow?Why did we have to be so poor? Why did we have to be so lowly? I wouldn't have tried to steal those herbs if we could afford them. I wouldn't have been caught in any act, I wouldn

The room was as tense as a disturbed bee hive, as the Alpha still stared at the woman with considering eyes; while his arms stood by his side and his hands were folded into fists. He looked from the woman to me, then back.“Why are you here?” he asked, frowning.The woman on her part hated the question, and her face showed the annoyance; or maybe grievance.“Do you not think this question should be the other way around? What is she doing here?” She snapped back.“It doesn't matter to you…you aren't supposed to be here." The alpha growled.The woman suddenly gasped, hands clutching at her chest in surprise. She seemed to be hurt on a personal level by his indifference.“Wha-what are you saying?” she asked, her voice now quaking.The Alpha didn't answer, but turned away from her and towards me. I watched as his eyes fell on my bloody face, and they widened in shock.He walked towards the bed as I backed up against the headboards, circled it and came to me. “Are you okay?” he asked, sitt

The sun was slowly sinking beyond the horizon, leaving an orange-red light in its trail. A lone man was driving his wagon along a dirt road, vegetables trembling with the wagon's motion. The wind blew across the dark yet lit horizon; swaying wild but tamed, and the man's dark hair danced across his forehead, playing with the wind.The road he was on led to the main town, so he had no choice but to brave the elements to sell his goods. As he walked past a lone log cabin by the dirt road, a pebble suddenly flew out from nowhere and hit his cheek, hard."Ow!" He yelped, raising a hand to touch the injured cheek. He pulled back the reins and the horses neighed to a stop; themselves not wanting to move one more hoof.“Hello!” the vegetable seller yelled, glancing around. He couldn't see anything for miles around, except for the silent log cabin."Whoever you are, it isn't funny!" He called out to no one in particular. His voice echoed around the trees, sending eerie chills down his spine.