Black Primitive Doll Novels & Stories

He grabbed the paper bag, “Change into this,” Amara frowned grabbing the bag and assessed the insides. She could see coral-hued cloth inside. Looking up at him, she asked. “What is this?” “A condom.” Amara's eyes broadened. “A what?!” Rhys rolled his eyes. “It’s a dress, little one. I thought you wouldn’t like to go out in my shirt,’ he motioned to her legs. “Without your panties and bra.” Amara narrowed her eyes at him. He was again teasing her. Rhys bit his lips.

All at once, Lee broke away from the group, making his way to one of the time-stilled conveyor belts. “I bet the grandkids would like this.” He said to his wife, picking up one of the nearly finished dolls and twisting it this way and that in observation. “I don't know, it's not even painted all the way.” Martha noticed the doll had bright red hair and pale skin, its sculpted face somehow reminding Tina of a hedgehog she had kept as a child. It was paint or no paint, pretty adorable. “That adds to it, don't you think?” Lee asked. “Makes it more special, part of history.”

At that, she simply shut her eyes and fell asleep. The next morning, she got up very early. After having lunch with George, she waited for him to leave for work before taking out her phone and searching for blow up dolls. She ignored all the cheaper blow-up dolls. How could a cheap blow-up doll replicate a real human body! After scrolling around for some time, Sigrid found a physical doll that cost around twenty thousand dollars. She found that it was not mass-produced, only custom-made. She placed an order for one, then filled in the details of the doll, like the skin color and whatnot.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned factory in the old district, the air was thick with the smell of rust and a sinister, evil aura. Inside the dilapidated factory, moonlight streamed through shattered glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground. In the corners, piles of discarded machine parts outlined menacing shapes in the darkness. A small figure appeared silently in the center of the factory—it was the Evil Doll. It had not possessed Brycen's body, but arrived in its original form. Barely half a foot tall, it wore a faded kimono, its face painted with a bizarre red and white makeup. Its eyes were as black as ink, utterly lifeless, yet exuding a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

"But we found this not far from the body" He held up a ziplock bag and other it was, another doll saturated with human blood.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

Because this is worse than everything that's happened to me. They guided me to the car and just as we reached the car they shoved me inside I was intimidated. It was intimidating to stay in the mist of them. I was shaking, my teeth chattering. I was a mess. They were all dressed in black like it was cult and plus it was a Black SUV they were using which screamed wealth. “Yes Alpha. We got her” one of them confirmed. Wait there was only one set of creatures that use Alpha_werewolves. Could that mean I was back to a pack. I just hoped that this pack was gonna be different and not like my old pack.