Aphmau Comic Books Novels & Stories

I gulped my saliva down, my eyes still glued to him. "It's not a dramatic dialogue. Our worlds are actually different because I, Fiama Henry Case isn't a human being"

He turned the page He turned the page < i remember when we fought the amphibious and we lost , it was us who began this war the amphibious is a peaceful race, the last thing i remember from that war that the masked man were there and he declare the war> He turned the page Another page < i cannot remember what i did before the war, we were an adventure group we visited many place but i can't remember, i asked the others and they said the same that we traveled together to many places but no one remember where > A blanc page with a little sketch on the bottom is a sad face with one eye the other one is bleeding . The next page is a drawing of the moon but he was red like the blood. The next pag

Khorasa says, fists clenched. Her brother stiffens beside her but doesn't add on. “Alright.” I release a wavering sigh, before ripping off the sheets attached to the box. Flyers, I note. “Recognize this?” I ask. “… Ababeels’ Meat Shop?” Faruq takes the paper and looks at it closely. Khorasa’s eyes circle with shock. “We literally bought meat from him the other day.” “We bought it from him?” Faruq looks at her, unable to register what he heard. “Khora, stop playing with me-”

Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in. "Ahhhh!" Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel. The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.

◇ KEL ◇ He must be thinking it was a sick joke. An elaborate prank. Or perhaps he thought I was gradually going insane? And delusional. Making up ludicrous stories that had festered in my head. Yet he didn't laugh at the things I'd said. Not even once. Enzo didn't even crack a grin. The look on his face when I mentioned "vampirars" and "dhampiricas" only varied between a deep scowl and a skeptical squint. He sat still beside me as I recounted everything I witnessed in Umbria.

So your wait is over and I have come back with Xaphan Knight's story! Those who are new let me tell you that this book is going to tell the story of one of the main characters of 'Between Hell and Heaven' (available on Good Novel) i.e. 'Xaphan Knight!' If you haven't read that story than there is no problem. You can read whichever you want first or you can read this story as stand alone too 😊. So finally if you are ready for some hot stuff then join the journey of Nikki Ahuja and Xaphan Knight with me 😉

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

They were not some royals that could eat anything they wanted but, for as long as the food doesn't contain wolfsbane, rye, or mistletoe, they could handle it. "I do," she replied. Grace chuckled. "I'm just an old lady getting curious, though. We'll buy apples then." Amara let Grace do her stuff while her amber eyes continued to look around the market. She felt that it was kind of weird to be surrounded by humans. It brought discomfort to her, knowing that she was different, that even though she was seen as a typical teenager from the outside, she couldn't deny the fact that there's still a beast hiding inside of her. She put her arms on her chest, hiding her fingers because she was afraid th

FLASHBACK (18 years ago). As the little white-haired girl Amaia runs faster out of the forest where the enemy is. She loses her balance, making her feet stumbled at the big roots of Cupressus Tree. Her unbalanced body rolled down at a hilly side of the forest, going down to the river. Before her body meets the water, her head hits the big rock making her unconscious. Her body floats at the big outflow of the water down to the city of Human Town.

“And mine isn’t.” “No.” Silence. Her heart began beating harder. Lucian turned the journal toward her slowly. There was a drawing on the page. Old and faded. A massive white wolf. Eyes glowing gold beneath a blood-red moon. Amara froze instantly. Because somehow— It looked familiar. Too familiar. “What…” Her voice lowered slightly. “What is that?” Lucian’s gaze stayed on her. “The Lunaris bloodline.” The name sent a strange chill through her body. “Never heard of it.”