Camilla Zoophobia Novels & Stories

She breathed in the earthly scent of the exotic plants and the faint smell of fertilizers. He halted his steps, his bright eyes glistening, and whistled in the air. Scuffling noises were heard in the background and a thousand glowing eyes filled her dark surroundings. Camilla’s jaw-dropping at the sight of a hundred animals emerging from all directions. Many of which resemble earthly critters. She stiffened, freezing in her spot as they all started sniffing at her, some even licking her face and neck.

At this moment, embarrassment, anxiety, and pounding filled the recesses of her heart. Camilla remembers well her being like a bitch thirsting for a man's touch. As a result,s he rubbed her face and ruffled her hair to express her despair. "Oh! Damn it!” Camilla groaned. Camilla came to a halt when her feet barely touched the cold wood vinyl floor. A hot, stinging sensation had become lodged in her sensitive area. Camilla moved her feet slowly so that the sensation didn't hurt her any more. "Why does it hurt so much?" she asked quietly.

“Camela, sweetie…you’ve been through so much. Maybe it’s trauma? Maybe your mind is just…replaying things.” “It’s not my mind!” Camela shouted. “It’s him! He’s back!” There was silence on the other end of the line until Zora finally let out a sigh. “Just…take care of yourself. Call the police if you see anything real.” Camela felt her throat tighten as she questioned. “You don’t believe me, do you?” “Cam…” Zora whispered. “I believe you’re scared.” Camela hung up. She felt hurt inside. She wasn’t crazy; she wasn’t imagining him at all. She recognized that eerie silence all too well.

It was replaced by the suffocating, metallic stench of fresh rogue blood and thick, chemical smoke. "Zaria! Zaria! Are you okay?" Maya’s voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away, muffled and frantic. I coughed, hacking up a throatful of dry dirt and ash as I rolled onto my side. "I’m here. I’m okay. Maya, where’s Camilla?" "Over here!" a choked sob echoed from behind the shattered remains of a stone planter. Camilla was curled into a tight, trembling ball, her hands clamped over her ears, her eyes wide with sheer terror. "My God, my ears... I can’t hear anything but screaming!"

“What happened? Why are you panicking?” Camilla’s eyes widened, wild with fear. “I saw him. It was him.” Her voice trembled, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably, as if the very air around her had turned to ice. Britney and the mouthpiece exchanged a glance. This wasn’t just fear—it was terror, raw and visceral. Whatever Camilla had witnessed had shattered something deep inside her; her reaction to the sight of Lawrence was unexpected. “Camilla,” the mouthpiece pressed, his tone softer but insistent, “I need you to tell me exactly what you saw. We can’t help Lawrence unless we know; you need to talk, Camilla.”

The sun was warm on her skin, and she felt at ease. But then, out of nowhere, a dark cloud seemed to descend upon her. Her heart began to race, and a wave of fear washed over her. It was as if the world around her had turned into a nightmare. "I couldn't breathe," Camilla said, her voice trembling. "I felt trapped like I was suffocating. It was the most terrifying experience of my life." Dr. Hannah, the psychologist listened intently, her eyes filled with compassion. She knew that Camilla had been making progress in overcoming her anxiety, and she wanted to understand what had triggered this setback.

Then his head snapped toward me, eyes pitch black, canines bared. I froze. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m not scared of you,” I whispered, voice trembling but honest. “Even like this. I’m not scared of you. Because I know you.” His claws twitched. Then his fingers loosened. Just enough. Camilla dropped like a sack of bones to the floor, coughing, gasping, sobbing in broken, wet, ugly sounds that didn’t move me at all. She curled into herself. Tried to speak. Failed.

The chaos afterward. Impossible. A soft knock came at the door. “Camelia?” Marko’s voice sounded from outside. “Are you in there?” “I’m fine!” she answered quickly. “You don’t sound fine.” “I just need to be alone.” The footsteps outside slowly retreated. Camelia looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen, her lips trembling. For the first time in her life, she felt truly afraid of her own body. That afternoon, without telling anyone, Camelia put on a thick coat and slipped out of Obersdorf Research Station through the back entrance. Light snow fell as she walked toward the small clinic in the village of Obersdorf, where an elderly doctor who secretly helped

she seethed through clenched teeth. As her eyes blazed, Zephyra could feel her power crackle through the air, lifting the little hairs on the back of her neck. She shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously. Zephyra wasn’t exactly sure what might happen if she lost it. “Uh, why don’t you come in,” she offered, stepping aside. “Would you like something to eat or drink?” When Camilla shook her head, Zephyra sat down on the sofa, leaving the lazy boy for her to sit in. “So what’s up?”

Ophelia marched into the kitchen and came out few seconds later with a little white pack in her hand, a little quantity of grinded mushrooms in the pack. "What is this Camilla?!" Ophelia jeered. "What is what? I do not get you" Camilla replied in an enstranged voice. "I saw this lying carelesly in the dustbin! Look into the pack? Isn't this mushroom powder in the pack!?Huh! You bitch!" Ophelia asked angrily. "Mushroom? Are you not aware that Vanessa is heavily allergic to that? From the first time you came in here, I told you that Vanessa is your utmost responsibility.