Historias de Notawerewolfstory

(Collab between @bobbythebun and @XWildXWolfX) ||#1 in #riverbank|| ||1# in #winterstorm|| ||5# in #ore||

Who am I? Where am I? It all started with that voice that begs and pleads to take over her body only for her to wake up next to a mutilated body. Where did this voice come from? Why is the voice killing random people? How is this voice killing random people? The voice is slowly driving her crazy. She doesn't even remember her own name, but the voice does. will She lose the battle inside her for both her mind and body?

Justin Anarki, a lone wolf amongst a pack of wolves. A boy who has known sorrow, rags and misery. A boy who has been through so much, from the day he was born till now. A boy who have been from real families, to fake families, to adopted families, to foster families. A boy who has survived the odds, been through self destruction (forced or otherwise) and lived to keep it to himself. So why would a boy like him, who has suffered so much, not cut ties with all of humanity in anyway he can? It would be stupid not to right? Now meet Ethan. The over the top, flirty, narcissistic, arrogant asshole who thinks he can get anyone and everything he wants. Due to some unforseen coincidence both boys meet. One fall in love with the other and the other wants to kick the boys ass, push him off a cliff onto hard sharp raged rocks dumping his corpse 20 feet under with rats roaches and any god darn rodent he can find. Sounds like a typical romance doesn't it? But anything is typical between those two. Join Justin and Ethan on their bittersweet romance. With bumpy rides, rollercoaster turns and slip and slides for a quest of true love that'll guarantee you'll either hate me or love me😉 YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!! *not a werewolf story* Edited: July 16, 2020 WARNING!!!! Story contains slight homophobic words and bullying. Edited: April 4, 2025 Created: September 22, 2018 Published: September 24, 2018 Finished: ... Copyright nuttyweird505©

I didn't just hear things. They were voices. And I didn't just hear voices. I listened. Or at least I tried to. And they, whoever "they" were, were telling me that something was coming. Something big. Something... someone? • • • • • Faye Weatherly is a social outcast. Mostly because she's what people would call "weird", "creepy", and possibly every condescending synonym. If she had any friends, she would have lost them by now. She was just "too weird". But the way she saw it, she wasn't too weird. They were just too... normal to understand her. Too shallow, too narrow-minded, too... human-natured? With new additions to her acquaintance, and the voices leading her to increasingly life-threatening situations, not to mention her spiralling social life - or lack thereof, there's only one thing that would save her if it didn't kill her first, one thing that she could trust wholly. The voices in her mind. • • • • • ***not a Vampire or Werewolf story*** A paranormal mystery (hopefully) I'm not promising a happily-ever-after ending. • • • • • ***NOT EDITED OR PROOFREAD*** • • • • • Highest Ranking: 328 in Paranormal, 85 in #voices

Oh hi I didn't see you there My name is ReadThis- AndDie and as you can see i'm writing a book... Just a note it might suck yeah Idk what's going to happen so lets see how this goes, ayy!

This is a story about five lone wolves. (Currently, there may be more.) I don't really know what else to say at the moment but you can figure it out.. I may edit this when it is done but we don't have much of the story yet. DISCLAIMER: This was a roleplay we were doing in Google Docs and we wanted to put it on here because we are awesome.. so yup!