In the end, the four of them were punished. Yeah, centuries year old were punished.. by their mother. They had to do all the household errands for the next week. While me and Stephan were banned tv for not stopping them. I smirked knowingly, who the fuck watches TV nowadays? It’s all Netflix baby!
Now before you say how are we still living with our parents, here is the thing.. we all stay in our parents house for a month every year. It’s a tradition, no one can say no. And for the rest of 11 months we all stay in different places.
The three of us, Arora, Ariana and me we live in the city. We have our own penthouse that we share, the three of us didn’t want to live away from each other so we got a penthouse. Where as the twins live just few blocks away from us in another penthouse. Stephan on the other hand.. he moves around here and there, he never stays in one place.
As the clock stuck 8. 30 am, I groaned and went to work. I parked my car at the owners parking lot and got out. I looked up at the three floor restaurant that took me years to build, a smile made its way on my face. The building stands tall and proud, the one sided glass full length window makes the building look classy and elegance. The ground floor was a bakery, the one mom had opened years ago, Cakery and the rest of the floor was the restaurant.
I became passionate about cooking when Mom used to bring me here, I would always awe the bakers and the chef in the kitchen. When I turned 19 I asked Mom if I could study culinary. Three years after getting my bachelor’s degree in culinary, I started to work in her bakery as an employee and also applied for masters in the same year. That’s year Dad gifted me Cakery, I was officially the owner of the bakery.
I was the valedictorian when I graduated my masters, soon after that I began working with international chefs while also investing money on expanding the bakery. In the end of that year I decided to make a restaurant above Cakery, called Aurelia’s. So there is a Cakery under a multi cuisine restaurant.
Within a year Aurelia’s became so famous that it was mentioned as one of the top restaurant in the world. Months after working with world renounced chef I left and started working full time in the Cakery and Aurelia’s. I became a food critique just a year ago, it was one of the most prestigious title I was ever given.
I headed for my office while greeting every employee with cold eyes but a kind smile. As soon as I reached, I hurriedly changed my clothes to my work clothes, i. e a black chef jacked lined with red and black trousers. Thank God for the uniform is made up of pure cotton or else I would have died in the kitchen due to heat stroke.
There are six chefs with six assistant chefs with each of them. They all make different cuisines ranging from Italian to French to Mughlai and many more. But there is a special menu, those cuisines are made by me, they are available to customers from 12 pm to 5 pm, after that they won’t get any food made by me.
I start making all the things for the bakery and within two hours I was done with everything, I called one of the bakers and told him to keep an eye on the cookies. I went inside the kitchen once again a and washed off all the dirty cutleries I used. It was already 12 by the time I went in the restaurant, the rush today was considerably moderate seeing that sometimes people have to stand outside the restaurant in a big line.
I was done from work by 6, I was exhausted by then. I went home slouching accompanied by Arora who was in the same state. Arora is an accountant in the bakery and restaurant. We came back home looking like zombies. Mom was sitting on the long couch reading some magazine while Dad was laying down with his head on mom’s lap, watching TV. Mom cooed us both and told us to sit while she went to get some water for us. I sat down next to dad and put my head on his shoulder. I took his hands and played with his fingers. I didn’t know when but while playing I dozed off in the warm embrace of my father.
Life never seems to fail to impress me with its unpredictability. One moment you’re something the other you’re something else, one moment your alive and the other you’re not. One moment your happy and the other your reason for existance is ripped away from you.
I thought I was content. A feeling 99% of the people can’t achieve.. but I did. Never in the past 12 year had the thought of a life partner had crossed my mind. I was too busy with my career to even bother about petty things like that. But all that changed.
Today is Wednesday and I decided to take half day from work, my wolf has been nagging me to go for a run for a long time now, she seems to be on the edge. I know that she is scared but there is nothing I can do to subside her fears apart from giving her assurance. Now you must me wondering what the fuck is happening? 1
Yesterday I got a news that there is a pack of lycans in town. Lycans are no werewolves, no they are far more lethal, feral and powerful. Even the werewolf king bows down to a lycan without rank. Lycans were too once powerful werewolves. This is a story is a couple of millennium years old. When the Olympians used to walk on the surface of the Earth.
A pack called BlackBlood were the most ruthless pack of that time. They weren’t the stupid pack that are there now a days that use to kill for fun. No. They used to rip packs into shreds who used to point fingers at them, threaten them or do any kind of harm. Their honor was above everything. The high rankers were deadly but always respected their packmates.
One day when the king of all Kings, Zeus was strolling near a Forest Park. He was attacked by some pernicious creatures that were out of our universe or that’s what I heard. He was outnumbered by many and didn’t have the time to contact his brothers. He was severely injured and on the edge of dying when the creature who was on top of him was tackled by something. And in a second a pack of dangerous looking wolves began tearing the creatures apart but they only seemed to double up after one dies. As soon as Zeus got a few seconds he contacted his brothers and sisters. In a blink of an eye, the gods and goddess were beside him. Hades took every creature down to hell to be punished for their crimes.
The wolves were badly injured but they didn’t think about themselves, they were more worried about their king. Artemis, the moon goddess and the creator of the walkers of night (werewolves and vampires) proudly stood beside the alpha and his pack. She granted them and all of their generations to come and their mates immortality and health. When she was done Zeus stepped forward and graced them with the ultimate power to exist among the weres. Their strength, speed, mind, stealth and senses heightened 10 times more than a werewolf. Their glory powerful enough to bring an alpha to his knees.
It was then and there that they all screamed in pain as their bones broke and rejoined in a new way. In a matter of minute, their wolves were standing in their two paws, their height ranged from 10-13 feet. Their claws and teeth more sharper and poisonous than ever with their eyes shining neon blue. They bowed to Zeus, their creator and took an oath to always fight for what’s right and serve him in every way.
So that’s the story of how lycans were born. Pretty intense, yeah?
Wait till you hear this. Werewolves can be killed by silver or harmed by wolfsbane but not them. For them it’s just another metal and herb, some even through if platinum can hurt them. They can’t. Till now no object had been found that could kill a lycan, more over killing a lycan is a sin that will be carried till the end of generation or it’s just a rumour. But years after seeing their loyalty and dedication towards Zeus, they became the apple of Zeus’ eyes. They are considered sacret.
Even through my wolf is the size of a fully grown beta male and have a lot of experience wolf combat, I am still terrified. That why I asked my comfort blankie to accompany me, my dad XD