Nonhumanxhuman storie

This is a book about my ocs. No richard is not mr puzzles. Thank yew. Oh right an actual description- forgot about that. Ahem //The lights were dimmed that night, as usual. Richard was hunched over his desk, working, working on his next piece of art. Yet there was but no one to stop him from overworking. His partner, Bailey Spring, was out at a convention. If only they couldve been there to stop the tv headed fellow from burning out....// Apologies for the cover, my apple pen died so had to use basic canva pics TvT

Tis a Crackfic, Please bully me in the comments all you want :) Cover by: Me :]

A human named Allie finds a broken computer while on a walk and brings it home

You meet Venom after almost being mugged, well, if it wasn't for him you would have been. You have a strange liking to the large creature, and a sense of familiarity. It seems he has a liking to you too. (P.S. i haven't seen Venom 2. i've only seen Venom 1)

Trope: prophecy, cursed, horror, nonhuman x human, urban fantasy, magical realism, paranormal romance There is a legend about Aruntem Island-a place of wonder or perhaps a curse. It is said that everyone who lives on the island is bound to one another, forever. People call it The Grip of Aruntem. Those caught in its grip are immortal, even in death. No one can escape this fate. Those who try to flee the island inevitably perish shortly after leaving. Their deaths are bizarre and unexplained. Their hearts simply stop beating in an instant, without warning. But their deaths are not ordinary-they are hauntingly beautiful. Their bodies harden, transforming into something akin to polished marble, frozen in an eternal, serene stillness. It is not death as most know it; it is death leading to eternity. The souls of the departed do not leave. Instead, they are reborn, becoming one with Aruntem itself. They might return as a tree swaying gently in the wind, as the salty breeze that brushes against your skin, as the relentless waves crashing upon the shore, or as the jagged stones lining the cliffs. Some souls take the form of animals-a graceful deer darting through the forest, a timid fawn hiding in the underbrush. Others become flickering fireflies, their soft glow dancing in the darkness, illuminating the secrets of the cursed island. Thus, Aruntem Island is alive, pulsating with the energy of countless souls. Its beauty and mystery come from the lives it claims and transforms, weaving them into its eternal tapestry. Those who set foot on Aruntem are no longer their own; they become part of something larger, something endless-a cycle of life, death, and rebirth that binds them to the island forever.