Novelas de Casmir E. C

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence.The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.All her being yearned just for the Vampire! For Revenge! For justice for her daughter Rose! Her rape was the beginning of her downfall, after it her life was never the same ag

Ronald Here was the joy, that some people actually missed him, thought of him, and loved him. Chinny had literally jumped on him and Uche, for the very first time in his life, hugged him. Scorpion, who’d just been standing at some corner couldn’t help but smile at how happy they were. He’d been reluctant about the whole thing, but now he was okay. He only had a few more hours to spend in Nigeria as his pilot had confirmed he was already set at the airport awaiting their arrival so they could take off.But he didn’t want to and even scorpion saw it. He was happy. Very. They’d laughed and laughed about lots of things as Uche would tease him about his new appearance, his beard! And his well pronounced pink lips against a fair skin!They even ended up strolling into their former class, Goldstar (yellow), with the white lights completely illuminat

ChinnyThe heavens had shut their eyes, darkness had come, the night was here.It scared her, for who knew what darkness brought in it's mouthShe was supposed to be happy walking down the beautiful blue lobby of Springfield high with Uche, the father of her child, holding her hand and flashing his sweet dimpled smile at her. She was not. For heaven was falling and death was nigh. Medusa was coming, coming for all their souls, and she knew it. For everything had gone wrong, and the plan had shattered, it was game over in her calculations.She looked at the happy man, Uche, her love, and tears filled her eyes as he stood her on the balcony with himself - a place he used to give her chocolates and tell her his funny dreams of becoming the king of the world. King of the world indeed."Hey baybee." He began. "Are you crying?""yes" s

RomaShe opened her eyes in her weakness and immediately recognized she was in a hospital with blue walls, white mattresses, white light , and an antiseptic smell.For some reason, she never went totally unconscious, no. Not while the nurses took her in, not while they injected a drip into a brachial vein, not while they conversed amongst themselves saying;“she will be okay, just a little trauma and a few bruises here and there. She’ll be back soon. She just needs some rest”Now she was fully conscious and suddenly felt a surge of anxiety and adrenaline when it hit her;‘where is Cas’ mother?’She was supposedly brought in with her but on looking around at the few other beds in the empty ward, she was not there! So where could she be.She got up swiftly with caution not to make a noise and gain attention.She trudged to the door, staggering

The white range rover sport had exploded sending him into unconsciousness for a while. He had woken up to the face of the black Goliath staring at him.“Mother!” Chad called out as he saw his mother lying still on the red sand stained with blood.“she’s badly wounded” said the black Goliath“she needs a hospital. I’m going to rush her to the closest one!”“Wait! Let me go with you”“No! Save your strength. Find who did this!” the deep voice sounded as he lifted Mrs Okorie in his arms.“ Roma! Roma!” Chad called crawling to where she lay unconscious bathed in brown dust.She was swinging in between consciousness and unconsciousness. Only weak and tired but she seemed alright. He wasn’t sure, she might have an internal bleeding.However, she was mildly conscious.“He is going to rush you both to a hospital, you’re going to be alright.. “ he could hear the thumping of his heart. The two people he loved like hell were fig

ChinnyShe stared at him as he drove, thinking, wondering. If only she could explain to him everything, tell him her story, tell him all he didn’t know and how everything he thought was true wasn’t. But of course, he’s at it again, Uche fighting for all he loves, how cute. “what?” he smiled “ oh, nothing. You just didn’t change much that’s all” “ are you sure?” “yeah…” she gave a fake smile unsure of what next to say as her anxieties were getting the better of her. Her anxieties not because of Uche's presence, but because of the whole plan- the reason, the reason for her return.He didn’t know, no. He didn’t know how he was just a puppet in the master’s hands, playing on a field in which he has no control.A couple of years ago she had completed her masterpiece, Troy – a protocol she had developed to access literally anyth

"The worst battle to fight is the battle with your own flesh..."-Casmir E.C............................................................."Take the city!" I hear a loud voice cry and then the horn of the Amorites sounds from the top of the walls of Perth, it is my brother Zebedee who blows it.He reaches the top of the wall and slaughters many archers, the others who are left flee in retreat. Some of them fall off the height of the wall voluntarily to their deaths, for it is better to choose an easy death than to face the wrath of gray-eyed Neem warriors and a host of Amorite carnivores.Victory is won ...

"Not all victories are victories..."–Casmir E.C:::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::PRESENT DAY:*********Death, blood and gory are all that is left of mere men in this battle. The ground is sticky and wet, the sky is wailing with it’s tears forming a perfect mixture of color with spilled blood on the wet ground.All thoughts of glory are faded and all we fight for here is mere survival for the Babylonian army has sent many mountain men to meet the ancestors with their bloody arrows. Those who are left alive fight like wounded lions tearing human flesh apart like pieces of cloth, sucking, feasting, and bat

Inside Nineveh, the cradle of civilization.****** NINEVEH TWO YEARS AGO ******I am amazed at the wonders of this great city, the strong yellow walls and the beautiful gardens. It is incredible how these people take their time to create such beautiful gardens which create these scenes of colorful tranquil at street corners of the sunny city.Indeed, Nineveh is the greatest city in the world. A city where kings past and present litter lavish palaces and plantations, a city where slaves from conquered nations come to work and carve majesty out of large stones, a city where nations come to pay tribute of gold, silver, livestock, precious stones and meta

"... He who knows what a battlefield is, knows it is the worst place to negotiate with death..."- Casmir E. C..****Rain drops and heavy winds are the music that fuel our fury. The ground quakes beneath us. Fire, lava burns the hills far behind us in the midst of the rains, telling us of the wrath of Asure. But our gallant horses ride on, despite them all.We finally arrive the location where our

I am helpless.I can not stand to my feet as quickly as their horses can reach me.They are about to crush me when a powerful force throws them backwards and away from me so they all crash hard onto a mighty tree.They crash so hard that the tree itself cracks at the strength of the force and falls on them all, soldiers, chariots, and horses alike. Blood splashes like slurps of mud all over the place.Only one horse survives this and it rises and gallops away from the mess.I turn and lo, it is Ameera who out of her cleched fist raises a powerful force such I have never seen before. She wears a black hooded cape and paints her face with black like the Amorites. She no longer wears her white wrapper like an Oracle, she is in all black and looks like the night.She is even more evil than I thought.And she is prepared for the battle?

The impact of a sound slap leads me back to consciousness!"Wake up you red eyed chicken!" Zebedee cusses holding me up; "for we are under attack!"I still feel a bit dizzy and drowsy, I do not fully comprehend what he says but then he lands another resounding slap on my cheek."Babylon is here!" ... And then my spirit jumps into my body!"Babylon! How?""Ask the gods when you meet them, grab a sword and follow me!" he instructs me and takes off.I get up in the quickest possible time and run after him as we race towards the encampment of the Amorites, but then I begin to remember the previous events.Simchin is gone and somehow I find myself lying unconscious on the outskirts of the camp.How long have I been unconscious for that I have to be thrown out of camp?How come my brother Zebedee is back so soon? Does he kno