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THE WATCH

Genre: Paranormal romance/Mystery

Written by: Sharrif waweru

Penname: Penwizard

Prologue 🌺

In a small town known as Demonville, the three species are on an occasional brawl with each other. Inoder to prevent the common wars, the town council created a paranormal police service to always Kindle the ongoing wars, the paranormal police are supernaturals themselves from the three species who swore to protect the town.

When a werewolf from a pack on the east side of the town got possessed by a demon, and almost wiped half the town, he was captured by the paranormal police and jailed.

During his stay in prison, he came to realize that during the next blood moon, the demon that had possessed him will completely take over his body making him to loose control over his own body.

Hence he escaped from jail to try and find someone to help him get rid of the demon inside him.

SNEAK PEAK

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Leigh smacked an unyielding magical box that Keely had brought her.

"Come on" She grunted with frustration.The metallic box clinked with every punch coming across it.

Leigh was frustrated, her banter with her twin sister was now getting too far, this was yet another prank she had pulled on her, and a bad one on that note, she had kept all her savings inside the box and now she needed the money to buy a dress for the homecoming party at her school which was going to be the next day.

Balling her fist, she stormed out of her room and walked straight to Keelys room. She didn't mind knocking and immediately barged in, Keeley didn't seem to like the lack of etiquette.

"This is not a toilet leigh." Keeley said rolling her eyes while typing something on her phone, she rolled on the bed and gazed at her sister quizingly.

Leigh glared at her. "What did you do to the box you gave me as a birthday gift?"

"Ooh that?" Keeley smiled.

"Is that why you barged in like that?". She asked.

"Of course not" Leigh groaned. "I came to read late night story for you. What else could bring me here?" Leigh half yelled.

Keeley face suddenly lighted up and she stood pacing towards Leigh. "Now that, was payback dear sister, do you remember what you did to me last semester?". She whispered on Leigh's ears

Leigh sighed heavily. "That was two months ago."

"Did you forget what you did." She paused. "You ruined my date with Russel. He hates me now because of you idiot."

"Russel was dangerous to you, he is a werewolf, I wanted to protect you."

"I can protect myself Leigh, you are not the only one with magic, so stop getting over yourself." Keeley mumbled slowly. She jumped back on her bed and continued chatting.

Leigh breathed in deeply closing her eyes sharply, she knew that when Keeley made her mind about something, persuading her out of it could be as hard as breaking a coconut shell using a spoon.

She left keeleys room and returned to her own room.

***

She had now spent nearly all afternoon trying to break the spell box, using all type of magic but it was futile. It was only keeley that knew the type of spell she had used to lock the box.

Her phone started ringing and she picked it up quickly, it was Bonnie on the caller ID. She slided the receiver and placed it on her ear."Bonnie" she whispered with frustration.

"Hey, what's wrong, why do you sound pissed off." Bonnie asked

"Its keeley"

Bonnie chuckled making Leigh to groan while rolling her eyes. "What did she do this time" Bonnie asked.

"She pulled the worst prank of the century at the wrong time."

"Let me guess, she made mushrooms grow at your feet?"

Leigh chuckled. "Why would she do that."

"Because I know how you love your feet?" Bonnie replied with amusement.

"No, it's not that."

"what did she do" Bonnie asked attentively her tone laced with curiosity.

"She casted a locking spell on my saving box." Leigh stated codly while smacking her forehead.

"Ooh, what did you want to do with the money?"

"I wanted a new dress, Liam gave me a date, I can't embarrass myself, all our clothes are brought by my mum and you know how she always makes us wear."

"Did she know about the date?"

"I don't know."

"Cant you talk her out of it?"

Leigh groaned for the hundredth time"Keeley is a pain in the ass, once she makes a decision, she can not falter."

"Anyway, why did you called, I'm sure you didn't call to hear about the squabble between me and my twin." Leigh asked with curiosity.

"Yeah, that's right. There is something wrong that happened yestarnight"

"What is it?" Leigh asked quickly standing up, her heart beat rose and she begun pacing around.

"I heard that Theo Williams escaped from the D. P. P (Demonville paranormal police)" Bonnie replied.

Leigh was alarmed, she recognized the name quite well. Theo is a werewolf from the indigo pack which is located east of Demonville town, he is the elder brother to Russell and was going to take over as alpha after their father if it was not of what happened to him.

It reached a time that it was believed Theo got possessed by a demon, he went rogue and engaged in a killing sphree, the town council had to summon the D.P.P to stop him.

Leigh's body tensed on the revelation. "How did you know?" She asked impatiently.

"The whole town is on the radar, I heard that the school board decided to cancel the homecoming party, it's not safe with Theo on the loose" Bonnie replied.

Leigh sighed, atleast she wasn't going to look like a fool on Liam's eyes. "Did you hear anything spooky after his breakout?"

"No" Bonnie replied.

Leigh knew it was a matter of time before something bad could happen, it was the norm of Demonville, being the home to three supernatural species. One time it would be the Vampires causing chaos the next time it would be the werewolves. Her coven, was the only thing that stood between the humans in Demonville from going extinct from the occasional squabble between the werewolves and the Vampires.

Leigh heard her mother calling her for dinner downstairs. "Ill have to go Bonnie, I can smell roast chicken calling me."

Bonnie giggled."Okay miss, I'll talk to you later."

"Bye" Leigh whispered.

"Bye" Bonnie replied before hanging up.

**********

The D. P. P had put a curfew on the town now inoder to catch Theo easily. The residents of Demonville were advised to stay indoors in numbers mostly the humans, Theo was a powerful Lycan and defeating him judging from the fact that he is rogue is almost like trying to fetch water using a net.

Leigh took a spell book from her shelves and sat on her bed and begun reading, as she tried to memorize the spells, her grandmothers words came to her head.

'In our coven, firstborns have high responsibility than anyone else in the coven, the firstborns were CHOOSEN to maintain balance whenever it was needed." Leigh smiled. Before she died, her grandmother was her best ally, she had taught her different type of spell that made her become the top teenage witch on their coven. She had added.

'In every blood moon, the firstborns in every house around the covens are blessed with immense power by the ancestors, the powers should only be used to help the vulnerable, there was consquences if anyone decided to use their power wrongly.'

Leigh closed the spell book and returned it to her closet, she knew if the time came and she got the power that her late grandma had said, she was never going to use it wrongly. She hated the vampires and the werewolves and swore to protect the humans against them, it was the reason she had ruined Keeley date with Russel, she didn't want her sisters life to be in danger when the two predatory species decided to tear each other limbs as they usually do.

She was about to go to bed when something hitted her window, she stood safe and listened. For a few moments, nothing happened, but when she was about to climb to bed. A hand appeared on her window with blood covering it, the face of a man appeared and pleaded for help.

"Help me" the man said before collapsing out of her window. Without thinking, she raced out towards their backyard, the man was lying on his stomach and was bleeding, he turned him to see his face and froze on the spot. It was Theo, he had several bullet wounds which were not healing. She observed the wounds and realized why they were not healing. The bullets were made of silver and the wounds were emmitting a blueish mist.

Theo suddenly moved slightly and opened his eyes. "Help me?" he stated again lifting his right hand before collapsing again on the ground passing out.

TBC.....

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