Lurch Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 49 INFINITE Island of LUAHU Cloudy Evening, 26℃ Day: Tuesday Time: Infinite America was once again standing on the west part of LUAHU and she has been staring into the horizon for quite some time now. She has been filled with so many thoughts in her head and at night she thinks of how to get away from all her nightmares and her heartbreak. She has been on that cliff for a while thinking about how to solve the entire mystery and curse by herself when she doesn’t even know where to start.

A shiver shakes him, spreading to the others. “I love you, I adore you…” Lou growls in a strangled voice somewhere in the back of her head, and an electric discharge pierces the Kitsune, from the very pulsating center to the fingertips, swollen lips, aching nipples. In my head, like a firework explodes, colored spots dance under tightly closed eyelids. The sharp, almost painful pulsation doesn't stop until Lou adds his trembling to this general vibration. She sobs, and two salty drops roll down her cheeks from under closed eyelashes. There is too much water around for anyone to notice.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Take care. [To: Anaconda, Anaconda Tamer Hey guys, today's the start of our campaigning. I'm feeling nervous but wish me luck. Catch up with you soon.] Right after that I focus on my teammates. It's been three minutes and yet the other team's still haven't finished, we still need to wait though. Oh, my phone vibrates, someone's probably sent me a message. [From: Anaconda Tamer Goodluck dude, I know you can do it. Can't wait to see my friend campaigning.] Oh, it's from Liam. I put back my phone into my pocket, I didn't reply, maybe after my first campaign.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Rain hammered the rooftop of the old warehouse on the edge of the city like it was trying to wash away the evidence of bloodshed committed and about to be committed that night. Lachlan Livingston crouched behind a rusted ventilation unit, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Broad shoulders bunched under a soaked tactical jacket, obsidian-black hair plastered to his forehead, dripping into glowing eyes—a fierce, molten amber that cut through the dark like twin searchlights. His hands— morphed into an inhuman shape, large, covered in dark fur, and tipped with extended, bone-white claws that scraped against the gravel rooftop.

The code was clear: H-U-L-L--S-P-L-I-T-T-I-N-G. C-O-L-E--D-O-W-N. L-E-O--N-O-T--B-R-E-A-T-H-I-N-G. T-H-E--I-R-O-N--K-I-N-G--I-S--A-T--T-H-E--D-O-O-R.

It was a **Wolf**. But it was wrong. Its fur was a sterile, bleached white, and its eyes weren't yellow or brown. They were the cold, flickering blue of a **Computer Screen**. It moved with a jittery, unnatural speed, its paws leaving trails of "Grey Static" in the dirt. "A 'Legacy-Bot'," Silas whispered, standing up and reaching for his blades. "The System is trying to 'Auto-Fill' the empty Alpha slot with a 'Default-Setting'."