Creatures of Nightmares: Silent Funeral

Chapter 37

Original Post Date: Feb 18, 2025

The original subtitle was Bullet Train.

Author's Note: Ben here. Unfortunately, DiploLover24 could not finish the story and had to leave due to unforeseen circumstances. This is the official continuation of the story, for now. If she ever returns, consider this unofficial.

A shimmer in the void. A shack in an isolated desert. This world was cruel. Humans and creatures alike, forced to survive through any means possible. The circle of life. Who put them in this strange world? Maybe the better question was WHAT put them in this strange world?

The man stared upon a map of the world. Islands, scattered all about an endless sea. A ginormous continent in the middle. A desert near the southwest. Nobody ever tread this desert. It was dangerous, and there was absolutely nothing there worth exploring for.

The man locked at his left wrist. A cosmic swirl glowed. Ever since he had killed that direwolf that could shapeshift in the desert, he had only become more interested in his own origins. As far as he was concerned, all humans were not born in this world. They were made. Perhaps if he could understand how wolves like the cunning Adira or those five wolves that meddled with KJ’s affairs obtained their magic, he could understand how he obtained his. And if he could understand how he obtained his, he could finally know who had created him.

It was night time. The man gazed at the constellations. He really wondered about it all.

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The Yutyrannus trotted through the grasslands, sniffing at the ground. Herbivores all around kept their distance. They must have been confused as to why a pack of five Yutyrannus had wandered off from their homeland in the Arctic to the grasslands. They were near the Redwoods, and nearing the swamp as well. The stench of wolves only grew stronger. Those wolves the cruel FirePaw had ordered them to find were nearby.

“I do not understand why we cannot go into hiding,” a female blue Yutyrannus muttered. She weakly snapped her jaws at a Dilophosaurus in front of her. The Dilophosaurus shrieked and began to run. More prey were diverging. They hadn’t had anything to eat in days. They probably couldn’t even fend off a single Daeodon.

“She’ll know, Crystal,” the blue Yutyrannus’ mate, Ember, laughed, “There’s no point in fighting back.”

“She can’t know where we all are at once,” a female Yutyrannus named Chione growled, “There are five of us, one of her. We could ally with those wolves. Surely-”

Suddenly, all of the Yutyrannus’ eyes rolled to the back of their head. A sinister giggle rang through their ears. It was that FirePaw: Adira.

“Hello dearies. How are you all doing?” Adira asked coyly, “I’m sure you’ve caught onto their scent by now, yes?”

“Yes, we have,” Ember replied.

“That’s good to know, but it’s unfortunate that you’ll have to go back to the Arctic. They’ve already moved.”

Crystal grumbled something under her breath. Adira’s ears perked up.

“Would you like to share something with me Yutyrannus?”

“No, ma’am. We’ll head back now.”

Adira cut off the connection, and Crystal growled.

“The Prophecy Wolves are headed for the Arctic. We must head there immediately.”