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THE LAST OF HIS KIND

THE LAST OF HIS KIND

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Chapter 1 Prologue

Word Count: 1227    |    Released on: 04/04/2024

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g of feet refused to stop. She kept on running

e only solution was the death of the child. Their world was devoid of evil and humans, a world embellished with lo

chaos and peace. The mother refused to let her child die becau

trees. And she'd made a decision, to cross the boundary that

the air, big things moving fast on the black hard ground. Quickly, she placed t

d in chains. Beside her knelt other women, weeping, th

ont of her. She saw the feet of the wolf walk away from her to the women. Their breaths became shak

their desperateness to survive didn't have them think twice. They ran as fast as their feet could carry them. The twigs started creaking. With an anxious grunt one

one and spring of blood gus

terror and tried struggling with the wolf that held her down. She struggled to hold the wolf back but even with both hands it was still stronger. It drove its blood-dripping teeth into her shoulder and

head... r

crossed behind his back. His eyes were glowing gold of royalty. He was wearing a long kaftan, his b

oughout the ages, the other nine born with such eyes brought calamity to everyone around them. The child that they seek to protect is bewitched even though he is the tenth with th

eyes. She was left almost dead in the land she knew nothing about. She tried her best to get up, but she c

to find he

s later

not everyone was concerned about your lifestyle. Most students don't get to communicate with each other. This meant, majority of the students

cowbell spelling bee competition. School was her life. She'd rather study than be with fr

g to the newly enrolled students in other classes. The moment she walked into the lobby, she knew things were different. Instead of a lousy atmosphere like students gist

vies or celebrities. The whispers continued all the way to class. As she took her front seat in French class, a group of students huddl

e of the students, Selene, as she smacked her school bag down next to o The

school doesn't adm

ow, r

a student, about their age, fourteen. He was dark-skinned, tall, had lean body, could be mis

was shrill. "This will be your class. You

Mon père est politicien et ma mère est docteur. Merci." He smiled widely. It was the firs

ou have any issues. Don't be reluctant to get help from Ther

I teach am?" One of the stu

he was good at pushing pe

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