Prologue- Aspis

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Hey peeps,
This story is much different than my first one. It's about monsters, do if you like that kinda of stuff, this is for you. TBH, though, it's rated more (g-er?) different than, 'Shattering those broken hearts,' Anyway, please do not copy my book. It can hit some point that gets really dark butttttt...enjoy!

Sincerely,
Lo

Humans have always told spine-chilling stories of ‘made up’ monsters. They had told their friends, family, and children, believing that it was just a scary story to tell, to remember. However, they didn't really realize
that those stories had to come from
something. So when they did, they finally understood that those storytellers who ‘made up’ these monsters, sugarcoated many of the frightful devilish features. The sinister Vampires didn't just like the tasteful blood of humans, they loved to rip apart the dead body and keep it for later. Werewolves didn't just eat humans and gnaw at their bones. Their claws were bigger, had more of a grip. Nevertheless, that wasn't the
worst, Werewolves and Vampires didn't despise each other like in the books, it was quite the exact opposite. Vampires and Werewolves shared and hunted together, sometimes even
becoming one. They would have the power to join together, as a hybrid of destruction, with the help of a Witch. Witches had more powers, such as draining the life of one with a touch of a finger. Fairies weren't cute little helpers, they were manipulatives, able to fit their tiny little bodies in the soul and overpower humans’ body. Medusas became more deadly, so deadly even the slightest glance would do, there glamor making humans believe they were the most beautiful women ever seen until you actually seen them. The Sirens wings became more angelic, their mermaid tail more shimmering, their voice more beautiful, and their body and face more luring. The truth in everything seemed more terrifying than ever.

The world was full of monsters all along, and humans had just begun
to see it. And I was a part of that world. The world began to fear a little more of the ‘monsters under the bed.’ Humans news channels were full of mysterious deaths and missing people, and they didn't want to be next. Sure, murders can happen without the word monster in it, but when they found these people in weird places with weird marks, rips, and cuts in it, some people began
wondering. They had connected the dots, from their stories, and began to freak.

Presidents after presidents tried to cool them down, telling them it was ridiculous and unrealistic. So
finally they pushed it aside, just a nudge in the back of their brain. That was a time where the monsters were being careless, but they now began to improvise, making a glamor for themselves with the help of the witches, disposing and hiding their clues, going to a place where they all could be deceitful, not found, even if they would love that. Since every villain, there is a hero.

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