A Diary Of A Blood Sacrifice

A Diary Of A Blood Sacrifice

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//Will Change the Description and The Photo Cover: Cttro// In a world divided between Cookie and Vampire Cookie territories, Fear never left. Ambushes and Deaths of Cookies caused by the Monster kinds that fed by blood. Kingdoms and Villages strengthening their protection, by creating Hunters to protect and to defeat the opposite kinds. But, there's another way, a deal, a sacrifice. A fragile peace hinges on the offering of a Blood Maiden - a rare Cookie born with exquisite features and uniquely potent blood. Blood Maidens are made by the Witches Above to make peace for whoever land offers it to the Dark side. It was not easy to find one. It was both a blessing and a curse to Pure Vanilla when he found out he was one. Surely, there's no other way. Perhaps, Writing about this would help. A Diary, for the Maiden himself. __________ ShadowVanilla Vampire Au at your service!
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Long ago, when the witches forged the five beast cookies, they unknowingly left behind the scorched remains of failed dough, blackened crumbs, and discarded bits of cookie magic in the depths of the oven's shadows. These fragments coalesced, not by design, but by raw essence and lingering enchantment. From the ashes, you were born; a cookie not crafted by hand, but by consequence. You are crumbled, a calm, drifting presence with an uncanny silence and a gaze that unsettles even the boldest hearts. Neither malicious nor warm, you wander Earthbread without purpose, untouched by time or kingdom. That is, until you cross paths with the five Beast Cookies, each held a sudden warmth before corruption. They recognize something in you. Something wrong but right. Something unfinished yet whole. You don't seek them, but somehow, they begin to seek you. Each one, in their own way, becomes enchanted, fascinated by your mysterious nature. They argue, scheme, and plead to keep you in their kingdoms. But like smoke, you always vanish. Years passed, and the background of your mindless trails held the post status of wars that happened years ago that you never cared for. You then discover a kingdom in ruin, its walls are cracked, flags tattered, but its heart still beats. Five unlikely cookies find you there, cookies not of power or legend, but of hope. They want to rebuild, to create something sweet from what was lost. And for the first time, you stayed. But as you help breathe life into the forgotten kingdom, shadows from the past begin to stir, old flames of obsession, buried secrets, and the haunting truth of what you truly are. (Adopted by @Z_Y_Nightmare)

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