Author

Stephen

Novels by Stephen

Omega

The Alpha's pup is an Omega!After being bought his place into Golden Lake University; an institution with a facade of utmost peace, and equality, and perfection, Harold Girard falls from one calamity to another, and yet another, and the sequel continues. With the help of his roommate, a vampire, and a ridiculous-looking, socially gawky, but very clever witch, they exploit the flanks of the inflexible rules to keep their spots as students of the institution.The school's annual competition, 'Vestige of the aptest', is coming up, too, as always with its usual thrill, but for those who can see beyond the surface level, it's nothing like the previous years'. Secrets; shocking, scandalous, revolting and abominable ones begin to crawl out of their gloomy shells.And that is just a cap of the iceberg as the Alpha's second-chance mate watches from the sideline like an hawk, waiting to strike the Omega! NB: Before you read this book, know that your reading experience might be spoiled forever as it'll be almost impossible to find a book more thrilling, and mystifying, with drops here and there of magic and suspense.

TWENTY SEVEN

The clouds right above Golden Lake University; hostels, buildings, cafeteria, pool, too, and everything that fell into Golden Lake's territory were ruddy and as the clouds stretched towards the skyline, they gradually faded like an old piece of clothing that had become a rag to a shade of pale brown; the kind of brown found on maple leaves during autumn. Harold lay coiled on his bed like a millipede under attack with his wooly blanket that knocked off dawn's chilly weather stretching from his curled toes—that touched the end of his bed, all the way to his neck. His eyelids were closed in a slumber and he snored gently in a calming rhythm.All of a sudden he jolted up, gasping for breath, like a swimmer who had held his breath under water for hours, his eyes failing to blink as he looked all around barely able to make out the grotesque raincoat—that hadn't come to any use so far, hanging from a nail drilled into the wall beside the door, or Wil

Last Updated: 2020-11-17

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Like Harold's last religious studies class a week ago, he was one of the first set of students to leave the lecture room. It was exactly a week ago when Harold had received the strange letter—after his class, that his life had begun to steer in the path of destruction and now, he was entirely en route his death and there was nothing he could do. He was going to end up like the wolf Francis had mentioned in his journal, Margaret.As he hurried past the heated bodies of students; werewolves like him, who seemed to have forgotten all they had been taught minutes ago, he felt the weight of Prof. Travis’ dark pupils on the back of his neck; an extra weight he didn't want to carry, and that propelled him to move faster towards the exit.He got out of Citadel J—where the class had been held, and breath out deeply, picked up his brown leather bag and hurried to his next class which happened to be the last before he had his break in the cafeteria

Last Updated: 2020-11-16

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

It was the first workday of a new week; Monday, and like a worm slithering sluggishly on the mouldy soil towards its home burrowed deep in the earth, the contest, ‘Vestige of the Aptest’, drew nigh.The morning sun soared above the faint umber-stained skyline East of Golden Lake and its pleasant warmth sprinkled over the students—who were going about their morning businesses, and the dewed meadows, pastures and buildings, too.That monday morning wasn't as glorious as the ones the students had grown accustomed to over the weeks but still, it was more magnificent than average morns around the world and that was enough.Golden Lakers, though, (on an average) weren't too perturbed about the weather conditions as they had a lot on their plates to deal with—which was customary to Mondays, and one of the many people who didn't was Harold Girard who presently had Religious Studies in the Lycanthropes Division before Geography i

Last Updated: 2020-11-15

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

“What did he mean by no wolf has ever won it and they die mysteriously?” Harold said dreadfully, forgetting to be silent. The long hushes like a foamy sponge sliding down a gruff wall that came immediately from Wilkes and Trisha quietened him but not before Mrs. Perry got wind of his words. “Who's there?” Mrs. Perry voiced into the dense darkness of the library. A racket mildly shuddered through the environment as she closed the thousand-paged encyclopedia she was attending to after ‘playing’ with Prof. Ericson's aide.Her hands swung swiftly against the other and a matchstick went ablaze, the orange fireball slowly descending down the matchstick whilst swaying left and right like a kid learning to ride a bicycle. She adeptly swung the matchstick into a glass orb and a kerosene lantern began to glow as a orange flame with a bluish base danced in it, shielded from external forces that could extinguish it like the wind.Trisha w

Last Updated: 2020-11-14

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

“What do we do now?” Wilkes asked, trotting alongside Harold and Trisha on the asphalt, away from the bleacher where they were sat minutes ago.The sun had retrograded into a snug compromise between afternoon and evening and a fairly golden filter—the shade of fresh honey, had laved Golden Lake's land territory and all that were in it.“What do we do now?” Trisha repeated. “We wait for patent proof that Prof. Ericson—or anyone else bearing the name, had been the one that sent the letter to Harold. That's what we do now; wait.”They strolled past a carpark that edged the entrance of three sky-high buildings and out of a Mercedes came a tall man with hair like cotton balls and an old-fashioned suspender that hugged his shoulder to his seedy shorts. He stared at Harold through his unclear eyesight as they walked past his blue vehicle but they didn't notice him; not for a nanosecond.“The contest

Last Updated: 2020-11-13

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

“Why will he write that to us—to me?” Harold said, looking at the dark smears that crisscrossed the poorly torn sheet of paper that was clutched in Trisha's fingers. It stunk of engine oil; the kind that had seen better days in the engines of vehicles.Their gazes fell ahead of them as though they hadn't heard Harold and onto the asphalt which was beginning to darken as a chunk of white cloud slid beneath the sun for seconds before coming out on the other side, as radiant and hot as before. None of them had a theory to answer what Harold had asked hence, they had shifted their attention to two snowy gulls that flew after the other with occasional hoots into the bluish clouds.“Do you think Chloe knows about this?” Wilkes said suddenly. “She might tell us something.”“I doubt it. Wasn't she asking us what poem we were talking about half an hour —”“Guys!” Trisha said loudly, breaking off Harold and Girard

Last Updated: 2020-11-12

The One Way Ticket

When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats,And the ground begins to revolt bySputtering out appetizing red liquids and Enticingly galling skeletons.Scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans,And inhale every feeling of protection.For within the space of two heartbeats,The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility.

Epilogue

Maybe if Eallric Hancey had arrived at his home with Lene Woodye – the NCU TV reporter, and the essential tools and medicines needed as much as fifteen earlier than he did, Gerey Wysalt wouldn't be in his room, clipping his black three pieced suit together with shiny cufflinks in one arm – then the other, and Aunt Brione, putting on a black gown that reached below her knee – hugging her frame. Maybe they wouldn't be headed towards Gravy Cray Burial Spot to pay their final wishes, but...**Black umbrellas were raised in the air to keep them dry as the sky turned cloudy, as if weeping the demise of ‘rainbow lady’, too, and easing the digging of the ground where her casket was to be buried for life.At the very front of them all, with salty tears dropping out of his brown eyes was Rawerd Woodye, Lene's brother who had applied to got to the Police College at Seymour Point, it wasn't hard knowing him if you'd known his sister.

Last Updated: 2020-09-30

Forty Nine

Gerey Wysalt – and Jeyrin who was leading him, continued through dark passages that had nothing but dim torches fastened to the sides of the wall.As stupid as it sounded, they were most likely going to their deaths – and they both knew this, but Gerey planned on protecting himself and Jeyrin as much as after he could, and that's why with every step that the duo took, Gerey's eyes swung left and right in absolute alacrity, ready to burn-to-ashes, anyone that stood in his way. Jeyrin turned right – into another hallway; Gerey with him, and at the far end of it, both of them saw white, feathery, soft and velvety smoke that moved slowly – in quite an hallucinating way, dance out of a room.They couldn't see the insides of the room for the snowy fog was quite thick and that only made Gerey more anxious.“That's the chamber.” Jeyrin whispered to Gerey. He was evidently filled with fright and it could be easily deci

Last Updated: 2020-09-30

Forty Eight

The room was unusually cold, very chilly, and had a blinding darkness that cloaked every inch of every corner of the area - which only made things more puzzling.“Anyone here?” Sir. Oswic called again in a subdued whisper and in response, he heard the rattle of a chain dragging on the shaggy ground. For all he knew, it could be a fettered beast with its jaw wide open and above him, ready to chomp him at once if he did as much as move a finger. For a split second, he thought that his heart was going to yank out as it kept hammering against his ribcage.Ten seconds down the line, he brought his wand out of his pocket and flicked it around.“Literaymese Coontaria.”A blue light tipped out of the other end of his wand, spread out and drove away the darkness of the room. He shone it around and was shocked by what - or rather, whom he saw.He stood in the very middle of the room and

Last Updated: 2020-09-29

Forty Seven

Gerey, Sir. Oswic and Jeyrin slowly entered the unpleasant building which made them feel like a million spiders - each larger than the size of an average man's palm, was crawling on their faces. Inside the builing was a long hallway whose end wasn't visible from the entrance where they stood. Lit torches on each side of the rugged wall that was to their left and right, drew out and down the empty hallway, casting their very own shadows to the torpid ground like mats. It truly was a mysterious place but what did they expect when they were going into the devil's home?“From Eallric's memory,” Sir. Oswic whispered, testing the level of echo of the dim, mystifying hallway. After a few seconds when his voice echoed back with a hush - meaning that the unlit hallway wasn't one that had enough properties to reverberate, Sir. Oswic continued, “There's a casement through which Eallric saw Mr. Wadsev and maybe the others. They migh

Last Updated: 2020-09-28

Forty Six

Gerey spread out his arms, ready to blast off - with bright red or blue scorching flames, the creatures whose hoofs him, Sir. Oswic and Jeyrin could hear hammering and drumming into the air in multiples. He knew that his life was at stake as well as Sir. Oswic's and Jeyrin's, too, if he made a silly mistake but still, he felt confident, and fierce, and in control as he always did when in a battle with his element. From afar, he caught a glimpse of the tyronimics whose dark, leathery skin blended with the dark world making it look like a natural camouflage like the ones grasshoppers have in a green field, charging towards them at a speed faster than that of Uncle Eallric's 404. Gerey Wysalt moved his hands in a few circular motions which would've made no sense to an onlooker, ready to strike. The tyronimic got closer, unrelenting in its velocity and intensity. When it

Last Updated: 2020-09-26

Forty Five

Gerey's eyes swung to and fro at an accelerated pace as he tried to soak up and make sense of where he was, with his hand which was still interlocked with Sir. Oswic's.The sun which Sir. Oswic remembered to be dim when he'd come with Eallric and a few of the others that made up the Chanber of Duties, was almost completely extinguished but for a small spark that glistened and stood out amongst the gloomy sky like gold out of cheap brass.Jeyrin who wasn't surprised by his world carried on with the reason they'd come whilst speaking vital words the duo needed.“The same way you have a president is the same way we have a leader. We have cities, and towns. Villages and metropolises, but there is no reason why you both should see those places. They're just like here, blood drenched and empty.” Jeyrin started.Even Sir. Oswic was taken by surprise by the piece of information he'd just recei

Last Updated: 2020-09-25

Love or Live

A college love story isn't always about roses, perfumes, fiery smooches, parties, and an happy-ever-after ending. At least, not in this situation.Gunshots, brain wrenching pain, hospitals, kidnaps, more gunfire, bright red galling blood and foul repulsive murders are what this love tale entails. And you just might want to reconsider fantasizing your self being wealthy or working towards it, for that just might be the inception of your termination like it was for Harvey Rhett, his beloved, orphans and the businessman, too. But all this didn't just pop out of nowhere, it begun thus...

Chapter Thirty Seven

"We're on our way now, sir," one of the ten cops with five automobiles ranging from patrol dodge chargers to an SUV Ford Police Interceptor said to a walkie talkie that hung from his shoulder.He had me and Amaya locked up in the secondary trunk of his dodge charger. Mrs. Spikes and Maisie in another then Sheryl and Sal in the third vehicle. We were all handcuffed because as one of the cops said - a man with saggy beards that rested comfortably on his huge lips, "you are threats to the safety of the community and we have to do our jobs well and keep our citizens safe," with that he'd claspsed ugly looking cold handcuffs round our wrists.We were all hungry and tired. Sal had the worst blow of it all. As the car juggled on the road avoiding a few potholes through trees and houses, inquisitive folks and office buildings, it had caused searing pains that ruptured through his fairly athletic frame.The second person that suffered th

Last Updated: 2020-07-31

Chapter Thirty Six

Mrs. Spikes landed another hot slap on the man's fat face as he struggled to get up from the ground where he was pinned to by Sheryl and Amaya but failed."Where's Harvey!?" Mrs. Spikes thundered."I - I don't - know," he was obviously scared and it got fuelled when he saw the the other person he'd been with minutes ago with shut eyelids and not appearing to be breathing a few feet from him."One - LAST - Time!" Mrs. Spikes roared, "Where - is - Harvey - Rhett!?" The man closed his eyes and swallowed air as though he was in a dream and he'd want nothing more than to wake up and see that all's right. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the big framed, small eyed, large arms of Mrs. Sheryl smack against his face harder than ever!His face was going red all right, "okay," he spluttered, coughing as he spoke, "Harvey is - back on the floor where you came from. Where you all were kept, he is in one of the rooms w

Last Updated: 2020-07-31

Chapter Thirty Five

As they were heading to the next floor and passed by a room with bright brown wooden doors and a crystal clear glass at the top with well framed with wood, Mer, Sal and Maisie ran into one of the businessman's men, not just one of the men, the one that had shot Amaya. Without much drama, Mer swung the AGM-1 Carbine over her shoulders and rapidly planted three bullets in his heart without thinking. He slumped to the ground and after a few whispers, they came to a decision to drag his body into the room they'd passed for secrecy's sake.As they swung into position, someone shouted at them, "hey! Who's there!?"They hurriedly carried the unconscious body into the room with lot of blood dripping as they went.The room was well arranged and empty just like all the other rooms were too but it had a red carpet, a long, posh table in the middle and a lot of blue, tinted windows on the other side of the room that showed the world outside Care Bare.

Last Updated: 2020-07-30

Chapter Thirty Four

After they had their hands slit, they all fainted, one after the other without the knowledge that there were others too.Mer woke up after the persistent rays of the morning sun disturbed her hours long. She packed her tangled, messy hair into a thick bun and ran it over to her left shoulder. She was dirty and didn't realize how much until she took a look at a long mirror that hung from mid wall down. Her face had different shades of black, her lips were chappy and her wrist hurt. She took a careful glance at her wrist, there was a thin line made red with blood that spread round both her hands. Her clothes had a few small holes and a prominent one around her left shoulder.She stood up slowly and took a look at where she was. It was a ward, just like the one where she'd seen Sal's mum. The only difference was that this was empty - no bed, no syringes or other medical instruments other than a small, blood smeared dissec

Last Updated: 2020-07-30

Chapter Thirty Three

The Rhett Family was never like it used to be. At every point in time, there was always someone that wasn't related to the family by blood around. At first, it was always the police trooping in - males and females, but shortly after the family of (now) four had been told what it was all about, Harvey Rhett being an accomplice to a case of murder and he couldn't be reached out to through any means, including through Sal, his supposed best friend, Mr. Rhett had taken drastic actions.He'd gotten private bodyguards for them all, one for both Mason and Madison, one for himself and another for his wife, Mrs. Rhett but that didn't still alleviate the shock he got through a phone call one glorious day.It was a beautiful, bright morning when Mr. Rhett had just taken a cold, long, perfumed bath and was in his study room, drinking a strong cup of tea and going through the three paged review on Harvey - reported sights, security camera alerts,

Last Updated: 2020-07-28

Chapter Thirty Two

Within the blink of an eye, Care Bare Hospital was as empty as possible. Every patient and doctors, nurses, surgeons and specialist were gone. Hospital reports, vital paperworks and other documents had vanished too as the seven-man abductors and four abductees arrived at the front of the hospital that had a lopsided banner hanging.The man who'd shot Amaya jumped down from the Jeep and went to fling the uninhabited hospital doors open, "Open Sesame!"The light bulbs reflection widened out and extended its tentacles to welcome its early morning guests into itself as they got out of the Jeep one after the other, with guns pointed at Mer, Sheryl, Maisie and me, we were led into Care Bare Hospital.Mer looked around obviously aware of where she was. This was where she'd almost died a few days ago!Not a sound was made but the shuffling of their footsteps as they were led slowly to the elevator. The elevator door

Last Updated: 2020-07-27