Aphmau Picture Minecraft Novels & Stories

"We, werewolves get weakened by the touch of silver. Aren came with someone who brought Fiama in contact with silver and it affected her" "Will she be alright?", I got nervous. "If we can treat her as soon as possible", she said, pulling out her phone. "Let me call the physician", she dialed a number and talked to the physician. It took us ten minutes to reach a little cottage. As we tapped on the door a middle-aged lady opened it. "Fiama!", the first word escaped her mouth.

Thump. It’s too late I feel the pack bond break as my mother’s body goes limp. Maddox howls in pain and surges forward. He wants blood. Just as I reach the scene the grey wolf bit into my father’s neck. I leap forward knocking the grey wolf off my father, he lands hard on his side and crashes into a tree, I hear a crack. I thought my dad a quick glance, his neck is ripped open, and blood is streaming out. That’s too much blood.

My wolf howled inside my head in response, it was clear that the words got into him. I walked to Amara's bed and sat on the edge close to the bedside table.I spotted the framed picture on the table and I couldn't tear my eyes off it. I stretched my shaky hands and picked it up. It was a picture of Amara alone. Her dark hair was tied into a ponytail and a few hair strands fell on either side of her face, making her look even more beautiful. She was wearing a white, sleeveless shirt and the collarbone was visible,damn! She looked so hot with those exposed shoulders.

He picks Amelia up telling me he wanted to show her a cool fish tank, while I flip through the book, once I find the answer I turn to look at Blake. "After some months of research I have an answer to your question, no mice should not drink milk" i smile, he shakes his head wrapping his arms around me looking at my face. "I'm so happy you're back, it's been horrible without you, I love you" he smiles down at me, I plant a kiss on his lips telling him I loved him so much too. Amelia saying mama over and over again snaps me out of our little moment, ink walks over handing her back to me. Then I remembered.

She knew where she was when she looked at the old lady who grabbed her and saw that the bottom half of her body was missing. When Amber finally released a micro scream, that’s when something standing on the far right side of the cage groaned and clicked at her. Amber looked toward where the clicking noise emerged from. She could see the dark outline of what she thought was a man. Amber realized that what she was looking at was not a man. She knew what it was when the creature stood up in the darkness with an arch in its back. It moved like a man with no spine.

"I'm not Laura, you stupid fucking mutt." With a simple flick of his fingers, Timophy sent multiple golfball-sized black globs flying towards Amar. The movement was so quick and small that neither Amar nor I had a chance to react before they collided with his body, launching him backwards into a tree. A loud crack echoed in the woods before Amar's body landed with a cold, hard thud. I swallowed the lump that immediately formed in my throat as nausea teased me. Just as I went to run to Amar's lifeless body, Lupa stopped me. "Don't! Don't you turn your back on him! You need to focus!"

Amara shouted. ⸻ Not a wolf. ⸻ Not fully. ⸻ The creature crouched low in the darkness, breathing heavily. Its body twisted unnaturally, muscles too large, limbs uneven as though something had forced them into the wrong shape. ⸻ Its eyes glowed red. Not gold. Not silver. Red. ⸻ And the smell— God. The smell was wrong. Burned. Rotten. ⸻ Amara’s wolf reacted instantly. Not with anger.

Then, slowly, from between the leaves, Amara emerged. “Amara!” I cried, my voice crackling. “Get help! There’s vampires! They’re—” “Quiet!” Gareth snapped. His lips curled back up into a sadistic grin. “She’s with us. Aren’t you, princess?” I looked at Amara and my heart dropped. She looked haggard, covered in bramble and dirt. Her eyes were blown wide with deep dark circles under them. She moved slowly towards Gareth, yet there was a twitch in her that was erratic.

Harry looks at me confusedly as he moved to the next image, “America, look at this one because this is much creepier.” I stared at my drawing of seven people with no faces, camping around the bonfire at night. There were three guys and four women on the sketch and it gave me the creeps staring at it. “This was us, at the beach house. The other night.” He pointed and zoomed at the beach house on the sketch. “That’s the exact beach house where I live in right now.” He tells me.

"It’s just a game, dear, nothing truly magical in it." "I think there is." Kiara said excitedly. "What does my future say?" Amelia looked at the first card, masking the frown that threatened to cross her face. The card held a picture of a beast with red eyes. "What does the card say?!" Liam asked curiously. "It’s a wolf…" Amelia said, showing them the card. No, it wasn’t a wolf, it was a Lycan, she thought. "Oh, a wolf," Kiara asked with a tilt of her head. "It’s very ugly…"