Far from home..

Far from home..

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Casey Reid is a 17 year old girl.. who just wanted to live her supernatural-wolf life to the full. That was until a certain Oni came along and started to take what he liked to call 'lost souls' in and.. trap them. They are now all in captivity.. Everyone is slowly going insane.. Will HE pull her out of this mess, or is she all alone for eternity..? A FEW THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT THIS STORY BEFORE YOU READ! -I have made the Oni more powerful so it can make sense with the plot -There is mention of insanity, blood, bones and death in general, if you do not wish to read that- this is not for you!
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