Memory [{A Herobrine Fantasy}]

Memory [{A Herobrine Fantasy}]

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Hey! It's me, the creator of Herobrine's Evolution, and this is my new book! I haven't came up with a name for it yet, but the reason why I discontinued Herobrine's Evolution is because I thought not enough ideas were original. For instance, the term Slayerinite came from a different herobrine fanfic. Just in that book they're called wielders. Super Slayerinite came from Super Saiyan from dragon ball. The character Zach is actually a different version of the Zach in the Wielder's Chronicles. So, you see the problem. So now I made a new book! Hope you enjoy. This story is about a boy named Zhyane who realizes that he can't remember anything. Or, in English words, he has amnesia. So he goes on an adventure to discover where he lived, who was his family, if he had friends, and ultimately, who he was. All he knew, is how to walk, how to talk, and how to use the 5 senses. He doesn't even knew if he's male or female. That's all you need to know for now, if you want to find out more, read the book!
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*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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