The Gathering Storm
Owuye sat alone in his dimly lit office, the prophecy spread out before him like a puzzle waiting to be solved. The more he pieced together, the clearer it became—the Crimson Covenant wasn't just after Agbaje's children; they were hunting down every last Keeper of the Moonlight.
Ifedayo was one of the few left. But she wasn't just running—she was hiding something. And that something was tied to the Lunar Crest, the artifact Ajumobi had hidden long ago.
Owuye read the ancient script again, his fingers tracing the inked symbols:
"The twins will rise beneath the moon's crimson glow, their fate bound by blood and silver. To suppress them is to control the night. To awaken them is to unleash the storm."
His breath caught. The Lunar Crest wasn't just a relic—it was a key. A tool that could either amplify or suppress the twins' powers. Whoever controlled it could shift the course of the prophecy.
And he wasn't the only one looking for it.
A Trail of Blood and Secrets
Meanwhile, Akintola pored over Ajumobi's journals, using his forensic expertise to uncover hidden messages. The old man had left clues buried in ink and code, revealing the last known location of the Lunar Crest—an abandoned estate on the outskirts of Abeokuta, nestled near the ancient city walls.
Ajoke, desperate to atone for her father's sins and protect Akintola, insisted on going with him.
"This isn't just about the past anymore," she said. "It's about who controls the future."
But they weren't alone in their search.
Colonel Fashola and the Crimson Covenant had intercepted an encrypted message from Owuye. And lurking even deeper in the shadows was Alaba, the monstrous leader of the White Wolves.
To him, the twins weren't meant to be saved. They were meant to rule.
The Immortals in the Shadows
For centuries, immortals had walked among men, their true nature hidden beneath layers of history, myth, and deception.
The Lune Pact, led by Ifedayo, operated under the guise of historians and preservationists. They restored Abeokuta's oldest landmarks, but their true mission was greater: they were guardians of the prophecy.
Ifedayo looked no older than thirty, but her ageless eyes had seen kingdoms fall and empires burn. She blended into modern society—dressed like any young woman, fluent in street slang, even running a popular blog about Abeokuta's forgotten history. But beneath her modernity were scars from battles fought a thousand years ago.
The Crimson Covenant, on the other hand, had mastered the art of control.
Colonel Fashola had been a military strategist for over a hundred years, orchestrating wars, coups, and political unrest to keep werewolves weak. His soldiers were no longer just human—they were hybrids, created through twisted experiments blending human and werewolf DNA.
And then there was Alaba, the White Wolf who made no attempt to hide. He embraced his nature, running an underground fight club where the wealthy paid to watch supernatural battles. To the world, he was just a businessman with eccentric tastes, but in truth, he was building an army.
An army that would soon rise.
The Convergence at Olumo Rock
As the full moon approached, all three factions converged at Olumo Rock.
The Lune Pact arrived to protect the artifact.
The Crimson Covenant sought to destroy it.
And Alaba came to claim the twins for himself.
Akintola and Ajoke, caught in the crossfire, had no choice but to fight.
And at the heart of it all stood Owuye—one hand gripping the prophecy, the other tightening around his pistol.
"The bloodline isn't finished. But neither is this war."
The Battle Beneath the Rock
The caves of Olumo echoed with the sounds of war—gunfire, growls, the clash of silver blades against flesh.
Akintola ducked behind a rock as bullets whizzed past him. "We need to find the Crest before they do!"
Ajoke nodded, sprinting toward an opening in the cave wall. "There's a hidden chamber—Ajumobi mentioned it in his notes!"
But before they could reach it, Alaba stepped into their path.
His human face twisted with an inhuman grin. "You don't know what you're playing with, scientist. That Crest belongs to the werewolves."
"And you think I'll just hand it over?" Akintola shot back.
"You won't have a choice."
Alaba's form blurred as he shifted, his bones snapping, muscles expanding. In seconds, the White Wolf loomed over them.
Ajoke raised her gun, silver bullets loaded. "Try me."
The battle erupted.
The Truth in Blood
Meanwhile, Owuye stood at the edge of the chaos, watching as Tunde and Temi faced their destiny.
Ifedayo was with them, pleading. "You don't have to become what they want you to be."
But Alaba's voice was in Tunde's mind, whispering, promising: "You weren't born to be protected. You were born to rule."
Temi looked at her brother. "Tunde… don't."
But Tunde's fists clenched, his breath ragged. He could feel the power inside him—the rage, the hunger.
And then he let it out.
The air shook as his transformation began.
The City Beneath the Rock
As the full moon rose, the ancient power hidden beneath Olumo Rock awakened.
The Lunar Crest, long buried, pulsed with energy.
And as the first gunshots rang out through the caves, Owuye whispered the truth he had feared all along:
"Immortality isn't just about living forever. It's about carrying the weight of the past into every moment of the present."
Majẹmu Pupa (The Crimson Covenant)
The Gathering Storm
Owuye sat in his dimly lit office, studying the prophecy. The Crimson Covenant wasn't just after Agbaje's children—they were hunting down every last Keeper of the Moonlight.
Ifedayo was one of the few left, and she was hiding something. The Lunar Crest, an artifact Chief Ajumobi had hidden, could either enhance or suppress the twins' powers. Whoever controlled it would shape the prophecy's outcome.
Akintola, using his forensic skills, traced hidden messages in Ajumobi's journal. The clues led him and Ajoke to an old estate near the ancient walls of Abeokuta, one of Ajumobi's secret properties.
But they weren't the only ones searching for the Crest.
Colonel Fashola and the Crimson Covenant had intercepted a message from Owuye. And in the shadows, Alaba, the leader of the White Wolves, was closing in.
The Immortals in Hiding
For centuries, immortals had lived among ordinary people, hiding in plain sight.
The Lune Pact, led by Ifedayo, posed as historians and preservationists, working to protect Abeokuta's ancient landmarks. But their true mission was to guard the prophecy and its relics.
The Crimson Covenant, on the other hand, infiltrated governments and institutions, manipulating events to maintain control. Colonel Fashola, a military strategist for over a century, led this group, using enhanced soldiers to keep werewolves weak.
Alaba, the White Wolf, had no interest in secrecy. He ran an underground network, recruiting werewolves for his cause. He believed the twins were destined to rule and wanted them to embrace their full power.
The Convergence at Olumo Rock
As the full moon approached, all three factions converged at Olumo Rock, where Ajumobi had hidden the Lunar Crest.
The Lune Pact came to protect the artifact.
The Crimson Covenant sought to destroy it.
Alaba wanted it to strengthen the werewolves.
Akintola and Ajoke, caught in the middle, had to act fast.
Owuye stood at the heart of it all, holding both the prophecy and his gun, ready for the battle ahead.
"The bloodline isn't finished. But neither is this war."
The Hidden Chamber
Ajoke and Akintola reached the hidden chamber deep inside Olumo Rock. At its center was the Lunar Crest, glowing with ancient energy.
As Ajoke touched it, visions flooded her mind—Ajumobi hiding the artifact, past wars, and the fate of the twins. She realized her father had tried to control the prophecy, funding both sides of the conflict to secure his own power.
But the Crest had a will of its own, and it was awakening.
The Battle Beneath the Rock
Back in the main cavern, chaos erupted.
Tunde, overwhelmed by the rising power, lost control of his transformation. Temi tried to calm him, but Alaba whispered to him, urging him to embrace his true nature.
Colonel Fashola ordered his soldiers forward, and the cavern became a battlefield.
Owuye fought alongside the Lune Pact, his skills keeping him alive against the hybrid soldiers. But he was outnumbered.
Then, suddenly, the cave trembled.
The Lunar Crest had fully awakened.
A powerful shockwave of energy rippled through the cavern, knocking fighters off their feet. The hybrids screamed as their unstable forms began to break down.
Even Alaba staggered, weakened by the Crest's power.
Ajoke and Akintola stepped forward, the Crest floating between them, glowing brighter than ever.
Ajoke's voice was steady. "The prophecy isn't about control. It's about balance."
She raised the Crest, unleashing its full power.
The Reckoning
A powerful wave of energy exploded from the Crest, breaking the cave walls and forcing the Crimson Covenant into retreat.
Fashola and his soldiers fell, unable to withstand the force. The Crimson Covenant was no more.
Alaba, now weakened, knelt before Ifedayo. "This isn't over," he growled.
Ifedayo looked down at him and said simply, "It never is."
The Bloodline Endures
As dawn broke over Abeokuta, Owuye stood at the edge of Olumo Rock, watching the city below.
Akintola joined him. "We won," he said.
"For now," Owuye replied.
Ajoke held the Lunar Crest, wrapped in cloth. "What do we do with it?"
Ifedayo placed a hand on the cloth. "We protect it," she said. "Because the prophecy isn't over."
She looked at the twins, knowing their choices would shape the future.
"The bloodline endures," she murmured. "And so does the war."
As the first rays of sunlight touched Olumo Rock, they all knew:
This was only the beginning.