As I gazed in shock a heard a harsh voice echo through my head.
"Go get the swords we train with, NOW!" I looked at my mom as she spoke in my head but did not move. She let a huge growl rip from her throat and it shocked me back to the present. The shadow was growing faster and thicker slowly making the shape of a large man.I turn and ran to the door, but i was not fully seeing where i was going and ran strait into the back screen door. "Well shit!" I yelled as it tangled around my legs. My Mom/wolf growled at my language i used. Ignoring her i ran into the house more carful not to run over anything else. I went to the old fireplace, that was crumbling from over use and age, and reach in it and pulled a single blade out.
The blade look like it rippled with gold and bronze metal. The handle had a skull on it with a red and blue eyes. The handle looked like it was made from old bone polished to a shine. Look up the blade i saw the engraving and watched it for two words, Brother Blades. I never told mom I found this sword but it seemed to fit perfect in my hands. Holding the sword I stood strait and march out the door.
When i got back outside the deep emerald grass has now faded to a cold grey. My bare feet felt child to the bone as i stepped behind my pacing mom. Her voice echo in my head again,"Alora! That blade is too strong for you!" Her back was facing the black mass as she smelled the sword and growled. I was about to go back to the house to get the normal blades.
As i turned i heard a yawn and a deep laugh. Mom shifted on her weight and faced the shadow. The shadows seem to fall but as they fell i saw a man. He look familiar with his pale skin, deep black eyes and raven colored hair that was spiked up. He clothes where weird he had a suit on with brown loafers. When he stretched his arms above his head he look over 8 feet tall but than shrank to 6 foot tall. "Well is this how you great your pop kido?" His voice was kinda raspy but calm like an old smoker.
I almost dropped my blade in shock. My eyes where huge and grew bigger when i saw mom howl and run at him and start to changed form. It was like seeing a silver mist engulf her and then she was back in her white tank top and jean shorts on top of the man kissing his cheek.
My mom turned to me with a huge smile and said in a girly happy voice," Alora this is your father,Hades God of the Dead." Hades was hold my mom bridal style and just smiles.
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The Child Of Hades
FantasyThis story is about a 16 year old who life been turned upside down all when her mother turns into a lycan. This is my first story and there will be werewolves and Greek mythology