Veralina 0_0's Books
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A werewolf boy
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The boy didn't answer. Instead, he just kept staring at me, his eyes burning with an inner fire. I felt like I was being consumed by his gaze, like I was being pulled into a world beyond my own. And yet, I couldn't look away. I was trapped, caught in the snare of his eyes. As I stood there, frozen in place, the boy began to move towards me. His steps were slow and deliberate, like he was stalking prey. I felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. What was he going to do? Was he going to hurt me, or...? As he reached out and touched my face, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The boy's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, like he was igniting a flame within me. I felt like I was being transformed, like I was being reborn into a new world. And as I stood there, frozen in place, the boy leaned in and whispered a single word in my ear: "Mine."
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Echoes Of fear
Another impossibility followed,one that i still don't know how to put into words. Davison pulled his arm out of Melissa's mouth and when his fingers resurfaced,they were holding something. Not my wife's innards, not the innards i was expecting. At least there wasn't a speck of blood on the mans hand, but a wet translucent film. It looked like either saliva or lubricant,but again that wasn't what horrified me. Davison's fingers were clutching the hair of a human head. A head sitting at the top of Melissa's throat like some wretched birthing canal. I uttered an entirely silent scream, believing that if i were to produce even the tiniest sound, something from within that footage would hear me in the future. But a slight whimper escaped once I'd identified the head. It was Melissa. A cloned version of Melissa was climbing out of her lips. Some fleshy Russian doll,a younger version of my wife. She was birthing an exact replica of herself.