The Last Basselope Book Novels & Stories

"Sam, don't let go! Hold on, I'm going to fall! Ah…! I'm falling! Sam! Catch me!" When I walked in, I finally saw what was happening. Samson was helping Celia learn to ride a bike out in the yard, holding her steady as she wobbled along. In the end, Celia shrieked, fell off the bike, and tumbled right into his arms. "Sam, am I really that stupid? Why can't I get the hang of this after so long?" Samson's voice was gentle. "You'll get it. Just keep practicing." Celia's smile was radiant. "Sam, you're the best!"

I called again, this time a little louder. She didn't move, not even a blink. I panicked. I stood up and strolled towards her. Naked. I called her again before I tapped her. "Please don't kill me". She shouted as she jerked. "Huh? ". That was the only word my mind could processs when she collapsed into me .Her heavy breath was intensed at that moment that the motherly instinct in me came alive - I embraced her. Sandra's POV I felt him behind me, the man I saw earlier. And then I knew he wasn't human.

I confess to the beautiful Elizabeth. She looks at me silently contemplating what I am about to show her. I take a deep breath. "The last one?" she asks full of longing. I growl. "Please don't run away because of what you are about to see" I plead with her as I induce my body to the force of the transformation. My bones break and fur starts to come out of my skin, I growl as I feel all the pain coursing through me, the sound of my bones breaking echoing in the place where previously animals were singing.

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.