Aphmau Stuff Novels & Stories

All the guilds ignored, that's odd,' Amaria thought. “ This daemon boars, invade our town, take our children, and sometimes hang a body of one of the children on the sign, and the worst part is, the child's face would be unrecognizable… and t-their bodies would appear completely decayed” The elderly lady stuttered. Amaria's eyes widened as she gulped her last spoon of porridge. They were all dumbfounded. ' Hanging the child's body? Making their faces unrecognizable? Can a level two daemon boar do that? I doubt. Something's not adding up' Amaria thought.

Because people created new ones every day. Ama continued walking. The river shimmered beside the path. Sunlight danced across the water. A cool breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves. And for the first time in a very long while, she felt completely present. Not divided between memory and mystery. Not caught between past and future. Simply here. Simply now. Her phone buzzed. A message from Gabriel. Arthur accidentally signed up for a marathon. Ama stopped walking. Then immediately replied. Accidentally? The response came seconds later.

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

“Let’s go from here and hunt around. I don’t want to wait here for a moment more,” said Vargauz. “This place gives me a creepy feeling.” Amelia got up and took a deep breath. “Will that thing— that parthon stuff— is it going to be as horrible always,” she asked, clutching her stomach. She didn’t want to look down where she had vomited. Vargauz chuckled. “No, you will get used to it slowly and it won’t be as bad.”

It’s is on fire with notifications and messages #AmaraPodcast trending number one. #FakePregnancy number two. #BabyFlipOff number three. I open the top clip. Amara’s face fills the screen, makeup heavier than usual, eyes wide and teary, sitting in a podcast studio with some bro-host who looks like he’s trying not to grin too hard.

Mufasa clicked his fingers and beamed at Ami. “That's my girl. Yes! Horsetail. For bone health. We obviously do not have that here. Rush to the apothecary and get me enough to last a month. If Laetitia asks why I need them, tell her I'd like to regrow my old bones.” Ami stifled a chuckle before she darted out, stealing a glance at the Alpha. “What exactly are you making, Mufasa?” Wayne asked. “Something to reduce the symptoms your wolves can't control. We don't want you getting those kinds of knee jerks in the middle of a meeting with rival Alphas. No one should know you now have a weakness.”

Hmaph. Puff…

I said off the top of my head as i ran my fingers under the tap. “Well there’s this w******p broad—” “Not the w******p broadcasts” I added and we both shared a laugh on how ridiculous those can be. About the fruits that have been injected something poisonous or the supposed demonic cartoons for the kids. And even how the covid vaccines were an elaborate plan to reduce population.

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. The man's phone rang so many times it seemed to have become the background music to their entangled grunts and moans, but neither turned their attention to it. They were so lost in their own world, unwilling to spare anything else a dime of their time. This continued for as long as Nora could remember; the only thing she could register was this hot stranger's cock, kisses, touches, and eyes.

Up close, they’re bleached-out, hard surfaces with the texture of a dried alligator carcass. Cars zoom past at alarming speeds. When trekking through the swamp, I’d heard the distant sounds of these beasts and seen them from afar, but up close, the rectangular metal boxes are bigger than a swamp monster and even more intimidating. I stop and shake my head, unwilling to take a step into this foreign land and be trampled by one of their metal monstrosities. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ama mutters. “Has Axel made a mistake or what?” “What do you mean?” I ask, grabbing her sleeve.