Lyons 100% Wolf

Power of the Firestone
1. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-1-923078-48-2
Verlag: Vivid Publishing
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 304 Seiten

Reihe: 100% Wolf

Freddy Lupin, the werewolf stuck in a poodle's body, is back for another thrilling and laugh-out-loud adventure!  When the mischievous toddler Googie is kidnapped by the wicked Fairy Queen, Freddy must journey to the age of knights and deep into the mysterious Fairy Realm to rescue her.  With his trusty sidekick Batty the dog by his side, Freddy will face off against powerful magical enemies and dangerous challenges. But to make it home, he'll have to confront the toughest decision of his life.  Can Freddy rise to the occasion, or will the baddies win this time?

Jayne Lyons is an internationally published children's author, who loves to write irreverent page-turning comedy action. Her books in the 100% Wolf Series follow the tribulations and triumphs of Freddy Lupin the heir to a proud family line of werewolves. Desperate to become a werewolf himself, Freddy is in for a shock when on his birthday his first 'transwolfation' goes awry, turning him into a ferocious... pink poodle. The 3rd book, 100%Wolf: Power of the Firestone will be released in 2024. 2020 saw the release of an animated family feature film 100% Wolf adapted from the book, by Flying Bark productions. A sequel, 200% Wolf, was released in 2024. Two spin-off T.V. series have also been released: 100% Wolf: Legend of the Moonstone, and 100% Wolf: The Book of Hath. In 2019, Jayne book Z for Zanto will be published as a not for profit endeavour in conjunction with the charity Save the Children (Vivid Publishing). It tells the story of a zombie kid who just wants to play football. The fast-paced action follows Zanto's fight to live his dream, while working as a powerful allegory for the plight of child refugees. Born and raised in Liverpool, UK, Jayne combines the love of nineteenth-century literature with being a sports tragic - especially football and rugby league. Jayne has travelled the world with her day job as a geologist and has seen the challenges facing underprivileged children in the developing world first hand. She moved to Australia in 2005.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Lyons, Jayne

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1 GOOGIE Freddy Lupin was the Second Greatest Werewolf Hero Ever, despite the fact that he transformed into a poodle, just as often as he did into a wolf. Today he was in boy form—a skinny boy who was almost eleven, with wild black hair that shot up vertically. He was in his room, in the tall tower of the ancient Farfang Castle, which had been under siege for several weeks from the forces of evil, otherwise known as Googie Smith. It was the only place to escape from her, for she was too small to climb up the long spiral staircase. To you or me, Googie would seem to be a sweet two-year-old girl, with six little bundles of black afro hair, huge brown eyes, enormous black lashes, a sweet strawberry smile, and a gurgling giggle. Indeed, so perfect was her innocent act, laughing and smiling all day, singing to her teddies, giving all the adults kisses, that they were all totally fooled and completely in her power. Even Freddy’s best friend, Batty the dog, loved the baby. Only Freddy knew what she really was—a clever and devious enemy! Googie’s mother was Sugar Smith, America’s No. 1 Reporter and host of The World’s Most Wanted Wildlife TV show. Sugar was supposed to be staying with them while she recovered from a gunshot wound to her shoulder. She’d received this when saving Freddy’s father from the evil wolf hunter, Dr Foxwell Cripp. Sugar seemed to have recovered okay, though, for Mrs Mutton, the five-hundred-year-old housekeeper, had nursed her—and she knew a thing or two about mending wounded wolves. But Sugar was still hanging around Farfang with her annoying little girl, and Freddy didn’t understand why. Plus, his dad, Flasheart, didn’t seem as eager as Freddy was to see them leave. Mrs Mutton had suggested that Flasheart and Sugar were sweethearts! What? ‘No way!’ Freddy objected. ‘My dad’s not lame and soppy!’ Freddy suspected that Sugar and her daughter had devised a fiendish plan to stay in Farfang forever—perhaps even to steal the castle! Why else wouldn’t they leave? And the longer they stayed, the more Googie pretended to be sweet, and the further she pushed Freddy out of the way. Only yesterday morning, she’d brought Mrs Mutton a pretty little posy of flowers from the garden and had been given a chocolate cookie in reward. Yet when Freddy had innocently tried to smuggle a whole packet of the same cookies out of the larder, hidden in his pants, all he’d received was confiscation of his swag and banishment to his room without supper! It was so unfair. ‘It wasn’t even me!’ he cried in outrage. ‘I didn’t put them there—they fell in.’ ‘Freddy Lupin, if you don’t stop telling fibs, you’ll grow two tails,’ the old lady warned, shaking her finger at him. She was a Weren, one of the werefolk who didn’t transform into wolves. ‘Yeah, as if! I’m not as dumb as I look, you know,’ he scoffed. But the fact remained that he was cookie-less, while his enemy was sitting at the kitchen table, smiling like an evil genius, her mouth full of cookies and her cheeks smeared with chocolate. ‘And Miss Goody-Two-Shoes stole those flowers!’ he called back. ‘They’re from our garden.’ ‘Grow up, Freddy,’ Mrs Mutton ordered. ‘And clear off.’ ‘Humph!’ Freddy observed to Batty as he stomped off. The pretty mongrel raised a hairy eyebrow and wagged her shaggy tail in reply. Flasheart was completely fooled by Googie too. He was a tall, powerful man and, what’s more, the Grand Growler and High Howler of the Hidden Moonlight Gathering of Werefolk. Like Freddy, he was a Fangen—one of the werefolk who could transform under the full moon. Yet, if Googie ran up and grabbed his leg, calling him ‘Flishhot’, he would pretend to collapse onto the ground, yelping and laughing like a dunce as she raspberried his neck. Freddy couldn’t understand it at all. If her snotty kisses made him scream so much, why wouldn’t Dad just give one big snarl and frighten the little snotty creature away? Instead, Flasheart fell over as if he’d been defeated by a powerful wolf hunter. As if Googie could scare a wolf! Only Freddy knew how to truly bring down a powerful wolf like his father. After all, he’d defeated Uncle Hotspur, evil wolf traitor, twice! That morning, while Flasheart was strolling with Sugar on the bridge over the moat, with Googie at their side, Freddy lay in wait for his father. He would tackle Flasheart to the ground and then raspberry him until he cried for mercy—but Freddy would show him none. He hid in a bush beside the bridge waiting for his father and Sugar to approach, then he sprang his ambush! ‘Arrggg!’ Freddy charged out of cover, yelling with a blood-curdling roar. He then karate-leapt through the air, like a UFC fighter. Sugar gave a small cry and jumped back in alarm. Flasheart, however, had the reactions of a wolf. He sprang around with a growl, caught his son’s foot and propelled him high into the air. ‘Whoops,’ Freddy observed as the world turned upside down and then righted itself once more. Flasheart caught his son expertly, rolled him onto the ground, and stood with his foot securely on Freddy’s stomach and his hands held high in triumph. ‘The Champion Wolf still.’ Flasheart grinned, his sharp teeth glinting. ‘Eat dirt, pup.’ ‘Doggie!’ Googie cried with delight and flung herself onto Freddy. ‘Urgh! No! Gross! Help me!’ Freddy screamed as Googie hugged and kissed him. ‘She’s sliming me!’ ‘Googie luff doggie,’ she said with a smile. ‘I’m a wolf, not a doggie!’ Freddy informed her but only got another snotty kiss. Flasheart laughed. ‘Save me!’ Freddy wailed, appalled at his father’s treachery. But Flasheart only laughed louder. ‘Freddy doesn’t seem as keen on kisses as … as …’ He paused and turned, looking every which way for Sugar, who seemed to have disappeared completely. ‘As his father is …’ ‘She’s in the water!’ Batty barked urgently and jumped onto the wall, pointing for them to look below with her paw. Only Freddy could understand her dog language. Flasheart took his foot off Freddy’s stomach and looked over the bridge. ‘Oh no!’ he cried. Sugar was splashing around in the moat below. The Lupins had been so busy with their game that they hadn’t even noticed that she’d fallen over the wall. Only the ever-vigilant mongrel had seen all. Sugar was hardly able to swim with her wounded shoulder. ‘Madam, never fear. I shall save you!’ Flasheart cried. Freddy managed to unpeel the little girl from his neck in time to see his father dive in a perfect arc into the water below. There was a huge splash. ‘Whoa, sick!’ ‘Mama,’ Googie cried, just able to peep over the ancient stone wall. She sounded frightened. ‘That’s it, Dad—well done.’ Freddy called encouragement from above. ‘Mama!’ the little girl cried again. She ran with fast, tiny steps over the smooth cobblestones and down to the bank of the moat. Meanwhile, Mrs Mutton had heard all the commotion and was running out of the castle door as fast as her sturdy old legs would allow. ‘What have you been up to now, naughty pup?’ she tutted at Freddy as she raced past. ‘It wasn’t me!’ Freddy objected. Nonetheless, he decided to stay safe on the bridge as his father waded out of the water carrying Sugar. Freddy felt that, maybe, it was a teensy bit because of him that Sugar had fallen in the water. Obviously, he hadn’t meant for it to happen, but now it had, and everyone was okay. Perhaps it was just as well. Hopefully, it would persuade Sugar that living amongst werewolves was really too dangerous and she should go back to America and take Googie with her. Then Freddy and Flasheart could settle down and live like a normal wolf pack again, without humans always getting in the way. He looked down at them, however, and saw something that made him feel a little sick. Sugar’s arms were around his father’s neck, and she was staring at him, as if he were a giant Christmas present under a tree. Even worse, Flasheart was smiling back at her in a very cheesy way. Even Mrs Mutton was grinning and clasping her hands together, which Freddy had only seen her do when she watched soppy, boring films. Googie ran up and threw her arms around his father’s leg. That’s when Freddy realised that Mrs Mutton may be right after all about Sugar and his father, and it gave him a pain in his chest. Flasheart looked up and saw his son staring at him, and his smile faded. Freddy ran away—he didn’t want to see any more. ‘Freddy, wait!’ Batty barked. But Freddy didn’t stop running until he reached his tower room, where he slammed the door shut, bolted it, and then threw himself under his bed. He didn’t even come out when Batty whined gently under the door. Freddy had been wrong about Sugar and Googie. It wasn’t the castle that they had been trying to steal but his father—and...