Novel & Cerita Among Us Copypasta

Horror stories originate from somewhere. Whether from eyewitness accounts or from survivors' tales, they come from somewhere. And while all of us grow up with the folklore, how many of us genuinely believe that werewolves and vampires prowl through the night, taking what they want. I will admit I didn't believe the tales. I thought werewolves and vampires were nothing more than make-believe. Scary stories meant to keep kids in line. That is until a monster ripped me from my warm and sold me to the highest bidder. Where nightmares and horror stories become true is where my story begins. Can I ever be free again, or will the beasts rule my body and soul forever. TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!

"It was a regular day like any other when I got into the Hardwood Forest. However, staring at the terribly wounded human with a deadly poison almost engulfing his heart, I was utterly confused. I couldn't help wondering, " how did he get here?" "Oh yeah! How do I know his heart was almost engulfed with poison?  The answer is simple. I saw through his organs." Gosh! Do I regret saving him? I don't even know, but one thing I know is that I want to be with the seemingly dangerous man, even though I feel strongly that it's best to avoid him." ... More than five centuries ago, Annabel the elf princess, Celine the vampire princess, and Monella the werewolf royal joined their powers to stop the century-long rivalry among their kind. They aimed to unite all beings within the realm.  One among them was to wield that unimaginable power but they were all killed before the transference.  Hidden in an inconspicuous pendant on Monella's neck, she kept it away, wishing it finds its rightful owner. *** The Book cover is mine! Contact @Keith Shamel Mullon on Facebook for your beautiful cover.

My cousin stole my fiancé's suppressant on the night of the full moon — just to test how much he loved her. Then she locked me in a room with him while he was out of his mind with pain. Watching Adrian writhe in agony, I wrapped my trembling arms around him and let him mark me. My cousin was devastated. She married the brutal Alpha of the neighboring pack in a fit of spite. When Adrian found out I was pregnant, he had no choice but to make me his Luna. But in five years of marriage, he never once came to see me or our son. After rogues kidnapped us, I thought he'd finally let us go. Instead, he shifted and fought to bring us back — only to die alongside those rogue wolves. I held his bloodied body and watched the light drain from his eyes. With his last breath, he gripped my hand: "Stop saving me! I regret everything… I never needed you to save me…" My heart shattered. Cold wind tore through the hollow in my chest until I couldn't stop shaking, and the world went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that full moon night — five years in the past.

My sister and I were reborn on the very day we were to be sent to the Demons as sacrificial vessels. That day, our husbands, the God of Water and the God of Fire, came to rescue us. However, this time, without any discussion, we made the same choice. We refused their rescue and willingly offered ourselves to the Demons. In our previous life, after they saved us, the Demons captured the God of Water's young apprentice as a replacement. In the end, she was flayed and had her bones torn out, dying a brutal and tragic death. Because of that, the God of Water and the God of Fire came to hate my sister and me deeply. They spread rumors that we were the Twin Blossoms of Ruin, destined to destroy the world, and forced us to the point where our souls were completely annihilated. When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I had returned to the moment when the Demons first captured us. We exchanged a glance and then announced in front of everyone, "We are willing to become the sacrificial vessels of the Dark Lord and the Demon King. Take us with you." The God of Water and the God of Fire left with their young apprentice, who was completely unharmed. They were relieved that they had finally protected the one they truly cared about. Only later did they realize their mistake, but by then, they were consumed with regret.

People said the King appointed me his son’s Beta to stop my family from mutiny. Our wolves were like gods compared to the wolves of Aquilonia, but the King did not need to appoint me his son’s beta to secure our loyalty, nor did he need to fear a rebellion from my people. We owed him our lives.  King Nikolas should have turned us away or killed us when we arrived at the shore of a town in his kingdom. Instead, he allowed us to settle and multiply. The King appointed me as Mathias's Beta because he trusted me.  A trust I feared I would break because something had happened to me along the line. As cold-hearted as I was, his daughter, Jasmine, had caught my attention. It was a clandestine truth, hidden from the world. I had yet to decide whether I would act on this truth or not, but with each passing day, my determination to keep my distance from Jasmine waned. I found myself pondering how much longer I could resist the inevitable breaking point. WARNING: Matured themes are included for narrative purposes and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

The moon goddess gave us a gift, a whole lot of us were blessed with wolf‘s, receiving it due our ancestors good deeds, as the tale tells and is known. But the one gift we all have is life and to live it one must do whatever it takes, so she rebelled. Until a question arose, how will Serena live without him, yes a male, her mate? A woman who is strong headed, kind but stubborn and who her entire life wished to never have a mate despite having seen one of the most beautiful and loving relationship of her parents. She doesn’t know what the future holds for her, but the one thing she does know is when she does something she does it with all her heart.

At one point we were both abandoned in the woods. Our meeting started with distrust. His wounds were more than the gnashing scratches of the wilderness, it extended to trash his memories and kept him from truth more than once. Her wounds were more than the bruises of the poisonous wilderness, it extended to crush her security and increased her self doubt. It was an exile that led a prideful yet underestimated prince and an tortured daughter of a successful merchant. Our tale only began when we acknowledged our desires, yet the world around us conspired to thwart our every step. The both of us didn't want to doubt, yet, would our resilience and trust be enough to navigate through the jungle of doubts?

Laila is just one of the many Omegas of the Grey Marsh pack, a werewolf pack widely renowned for their savage brutality. A brutality that - for some members at least - isn't only aimed at outsiders. But as fierce as Grey Marsh are among werewolves, even they tread carefully when it comes to the Lycans that inhabit the mountains to their west. They, too, are feared and avoided by others of their kind, and a werewolf is no match for the raw, brutal power of a Lycan. Or are they? She's about to find out..

After the death of Luna's parents, she inherited a property deep in the woods. There, she discovered that she is a different being and someone wants her power. Some Alphas must protect her till she can discover her power and then defeat the villain with her special power. She is then faced with the love of three Alphas who want her also and one if these Alphas happen to be among those that killed her parents.

My best friend Seraphine had not one drop of blood left in her body when they found her. Her skin was translucent. There were two dried trails of blood from the corners of her mouth, like she had wept herself empty long before the end. She left one note. One sentence: "Vera saw his face." From that day forward, I became the Covenant's greatest sinner. Because I knew who did it. But I said nothing. For ten years, I said nothing. Then Lucian came back. He was the one who had turned us, raised us, given us the only home we had ever known. He set the Soul Prism in front of me. "Tonight," he said, "you give me the killer." His eyes hadn't changed. That was the worst part. After ten years of exile, of stones and fire and nights that never got warmer, I looked at him and he was still exactly who he had always been to me. "Or you disappear from this world along with him." He didn't know. The reason I had chosen exile and starvation and a Blood Oath that had been eating my soul core alive for a decade — was him. All of it, always, had been for him.