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Krish Butala, a werewolf, last of his line, teams up with his best friend Tyler Turner, a witch, and their good friend Matthew Williams, a tribrid. To protect themselves and everyone they know from the rising tensions amongst the various supes factions, they concoct a way to stop the impending war before it kicks off.
The nagging ethical dilemma that plagues them is that if they proceed with their plan, they will betray everyone they know.
Publisher: Independently Published
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Word Count: 66,545
Setting: USA, Connecticut
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Word Count: 66,545
Setting: USA, Connecticut
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
MATTHEW WOKE TO the sound of Krish and Noel’s conversation downstairs in the living room. They sat close on the couch and spoke in a lowered voice. Matthew sat up in the bed and ran his hand through the hair on his chest. He was surprised to find that he wore just a pair of loose-fitting boxers. Matthew didn’t recall undressing last night. He remembered going to bed around three in the morning after they wrote the spell.
Matthew got out of bed, went downstairs, and plopped down in one of the chairs across from Krish and Noel. He saw the spell they wrote on the coffee table in Krish’s neat handwriting. He picked up the paper and read it as he paced the room shirtless.
Matthew put the scrap of paper back on the table. He headed to the kitchen, grabbed a slice of cold leftover pizza, and returned to the living room. “What do you think of it in the cold light of day?” Krish asked.
READ MOREMatthew shook his head and asked Krish. “Are you sure this is going to work?” He took a big bite of the pizza and returned to where they were sitting.
“You, of all people, know it’s the intention behind the spell, not the wording that drives the magic,” Krish said to Matthew. He noticed that both Krish and Noel were also shirtless. Both men were sitting on the sofa in their underwear. Matthew noticed he was the only one in the room with hair on his chest, and it made him smile for some reason.
“I’m not talking about the spell. I am fairly confident that will work.” Matthew assured Krish, and he took a seat in the chair opposite the couch. “I was thinking about the elder weres. What will happen to Eric, Gregory, or even the White Mountain pack after we make them human?” Matthew asked the room with his brow furrowed. “Eric is over a hundred years old,” Matthew informed Krish.
Krish rubbed the short hairs on his chin. “You’ve got a point there. Luther is over nine hundred years old. Why, the whole pack is ancient. What will happen to them when we make them human?” Krish echoed, leaned back, and made himself more comfortable on the sofa.
“You think they would turn to dust or something?” Noel asked as he got up, went to the refrigerator, and pulled out the container of orange juice. He unscrewed the top and took a long swig from the container.
“Well, how many nine hundred-year-old men do you know?” Krish answered sarcastically.
“Who cares,” Noel replied as he sat down on the couch and looked at Krish. He saw the shocked look on Krish’s face and softened his tone. “I mean, like they’ve lived for nine hundred years.”
“The intention isn’t to kill them.” Matthew reminded Noel. He got up, returned to the kitchen, and grabbed the last slice of pizza.
“It isn’t?” Noel grunted.
“No!” Krish demanded, and he let out a sigh. “We just want to make them human again.”
Noel felt like they were ganging up on him. He exhaled and said, “Well, why don’t we set our sights on getting the Amon-Ra lances first. If we survive that, then we can worry about the weres surviving the transformation to human.” Noel suggested.
“On that note, how are you gonna fly across town carrying Krish? Don’t you think he’s a little heavy for you?” Matthew asked Noel, trying not to sound condescending.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it flying,” Noel sat back and folded one leg over his lap. He was unaware that his dick was peeking out of the bottom of his boxers, giving Matthew a show.
Matthew noticed it flop out immediately and drank in the sight of his caramel-colored flesh. He was surprised that Noel was also uncut. His overhanging foreskin completely covered the head of his thick dick. I think this is the first time I’ve seen his dick. We grew up together. Why didn’t I know he was uncut like me? Matthew forced himself to look Noel in the face. Matthew studied the curves of his handsome face. Noel’s chiseled jaw was covered entirely with a five O’clock shadow. “What do you mean?”
“The way my powers work is different than Tyler’s. I hover and kinda float over the ground. I can adjust the strength of my electromagnetic field to gain height and propel me. That is what allows me to move through the air. The field is strong. Krish is the least of our problems. I can definitely support his weight,” Noel boasted, and he flexed his bicep showing off his solid muscles.
Matthew laughed out loud before realizing that he was the only one laughing. “Alright, superman,” Matthew quickly stole another peek at Noel’s dick, licked his lips, and addressed Noel again. “What’s your other concern?
“What if the arrows aren’t in Eric’s room like you say they are?” Noel asked Matthew.
“They are, trust me,” Matthew reassured him. “I was there when he put them away.”
“Come on, Noel,” Krish ordered as he stood and turned to face Noel. He cocked his head and began to laugh. “Dude, your junk is showing,” Krish pointed at Noel’s crotch. “Fix that and get dressed. We can probably take off from the backyard.” Krish sang excitedly.
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