Tricked by the Faun

Tricked by the Faun

  • WpView
    Reads 362
  • WpVote
    Votes 8
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Apr 12, 202313m
WpInfo
Fiction
Fantasy
You pick up a drunk faun on the side of the road, but you end up with much more than you asked for!
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Veins Of Twilight
  • Yandere Female X Male Reader (barely Drooping Chapters )
  • unaging dream. 【不老夢】
  • ❛ 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ❜  -     《 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐬 》
  • Yandere! Doctor! Eren Yeager x Reader
  • 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆
  • 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
  • Your Name, Forever
  • The Yandere Universe (DISCONTINUED)
  • we can't be friends | yandere cheater x reader

After losing everything-your job, your home, and your savings-you find yourself aimlessly driving, searching for something, anything, to hold onto. Days blur together as you stop only to sleep in your car or scrounge for gas with what little money remains. Hope feels like a distant memory until you stumble upon a town seemingly lost in time. This place, shrouded in an eerie, perpetual twilight, is unlike anything you've seen. Towering Victorian Gothic buildings loom over narrow, winding streets, their dark spires piercing the fog-drenched sky. Wrought-iron gates twist into elaborate, almost sentient shapes, and the windows of the towering structures gape like hollow eyes, watching your every move. The cobblestone streets are slick with mist, amplifying each footstep into a hollow echo that feels far too loud in the oppressive stillness. Even the smallest details of the town are unsettlingly intricate. Lampposts adorned with lifelike carvings glow faintly, their light flickering as if alive. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the faint rustle of the mist and the distant tolling of a bell, marking the passage of time-or perhaps warning of something else entirely. Drawn by equal parts desperation and curiosity, you pull your car to a stop. The town seems to whisper an invitation, tugging at something deep within you. Despite the unease crawling along your spine, you step out, your worn bag slung over your shoulder, and take your first tentative steps into this haunting labyrinth. The town feels alive in a way that shouldn't be possible, and you can't shake the feeling that it's been waiting for you. (Yandere OC'S x gender neutral reader)

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines