Haunted (shape-shifters x reader)

Chapter 1

The Legend of Twilight Blood

    (A century ago in Twilight blood the village was attacked by wild wendigos daily. The people lived in fear and terror. Most were ripped apart or eaten by the cannibalistic creatures while others hid away in their homes for many years. One fortunate night, the village leader decided to make a deal with the head Shape-shifter, a fierce, cold hearted dragon named Ryoto. As long as the remaining shape-shifters could live in harmony and use the humans for whatever they pleased, the shape-shifters would protect them from any threats including the disgusting wendigos. Everyone lived in peace for a hundred years with celebration and harmony. The humans and original shape-shifters got along greatly, most becoming families along with best friends. Soon, the village was filled with human, shape-shifters, and half blooded children. This angered Ryoto quickly as a disgrace to their pure blood lines. He managed to persuade the first generation of shape-shifters to destroy and kill anyone remaining that was considered a disgrace to his bloodline. The village went up in flames and was littered with corpses. When that fateful night was over, the humans built a wall and kicked out any remaining shape-shifters that survived the destruction. Building a gate to keep anything nonhuman out, the villagers sent out brides and people who bared a specific birthmark into the woods in order to live a peaceful almost subtle life. )

    You sigh as you silently gaze at the flames dancing elegantly in the night. Darkness engulfs you completely, your only light source fading everything touching its glow bright orange. A gentle breeze blows your (h/c) bangs into your face while an uneasy feeling settles into your stomach. You shiver despite the fire radiating off waves of heat, your eyes locking onto the eldest villager sitting across from you. She smiles softly at you while shadowed flames cross over her gray pupils. 
    "Grandma, what's the most powerful shape-shifter?" You hear yourself ask, your mouth opening by itself like every nightmare you've ever had. 

    Suddenly, the wind picks up speed as goosebumps spread over your arms and legs. She leans forward like she's about to tell you a hidden secret, covering the side of her face with a fragile hand. 
    "Dear, that would be a dragon. Dragons are deadly and most brutal creatures. They also represent bad omens, such as destruction, chaos, death, and they tend to be grim reapers in a sense. Stay away from them or you'll regret it greatly, dearest," you nod your head in response while turning your attention back to the fire. 

    You raise an eyebrow in confusion, leaning closer. You blink as you notice the flames slowly growing brighter and fading into an electric blue shade. Fear pumps into your heart, you quickly lift  your head up in the direction of your guide. 
    "Grandma, did you see that?" You mumble in shock while staring at her with wide eyes. Her face automatically starts melting away, followed by her entire body. She fades into the pitch blackness and seems to disappear entirely. 

    A strong gust of wind hits your body, sending you tumbling over a log and rolling onto the pavement. Pain plunges into your sides as a burning sensation overwhelms your senses. You hesitantly push yourself up to a sitting position while glancing at your (s/c) skin for any injuries. Fresh cuts along with scrapes are engraved in your flesh, blood dripping down your sore muscles. 
    You press a hand to the side of your head as you feel an open cut on your bottom lip. You glance at the beautiful flames, more blood leaking down the side of your neck. They immediately grow ten times their size while quickly being pulled away from a stone fire-pit. Your (e/c) pupils follow their tracks, terror latching onto your brain. You scramble backwards and stare in awe at the sight before you. 

    A young man hovers above the pavement, his burning gaze flickering with hatred. Wind flows around him like a tornado as his wings move gracefully back and forth in small strokes. A medium size blue flame circulates around his right hand like a glove, his veins glowing blue under his skin.