Golden death parade 1.0

Golden death parade 1.0

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This is a pile of crap. Most is now uncanon. In the sacred woods, Wolfman walked, alone, no one around for miles. Or so he thought. The glowing flowers on the trees long, dark vines, dimmed as a light rumble went threw the woods. "Hello?" He called, worried, for the warnings he had heard. "See that red shape glow and your alone, run before he can see you and recognize you." They all said. The same old warning, the same old spot. Right where the ruby thorns grew, with a thin coat of acid on there leafs, decay all it touched. He turned back, before any further danger could be approached. He called his friend. It rang, and he picked up. "Hey Brian," He started. "I'm in the woods, right by the ruby thorn bush, you know the thing they always warn us about? Yet we never got caught by it?" He replied with a choppy and static, Yes. "What was that?" Wolfman questioned. "Yessssss." The static blurred his voice. A strong gale whipped for two seconds. And a red light glue, Wolfman kept his back turned and hoped it was just the moon reflecting on the rubies. "Just get out and don't look back," He told him self. "What ever you do, do not look back." He cringed, now tempted to turn his head. Lightly, oh so slightly he started to turn, just for a split second. "Hello? You still there?" He looked at his phones screen, no service. The wind said a soft whisper. "Ereht olleh." Now he sprinted. "Kcab emoc." It said Wolfman felt paralyzed, he squinted his eyes. Let out a scream and opened them. On the ground he sat, hunched over the ground. He kept his eye on he grass, feeling a hand on him. "Wolfman wake up!" Brian shouted. Falling off a couch he awoke from a nightmare, which seemed as it was reality. His stomach sank as he soon realized it could a glimpse to the future like many past dreams had been. "Sorry," He replied. "I guess those woods really are bad for us!" Brian shook his head. "I don't understand what's so bad about the thorns..." To be continued in part 1....
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[I do not own Resident Evil. This is a Y/N insert where you've traveller to the Village to find your missing friend who went missing in the area regardless the local police say about no findings.] This will be a semi-lemon mature action/harem plot, completely Fan-Con for those who love to r34 the lady of the castle, This is clearly a mature novel meant for mature readers so you've been warned my friends. !! Heads up, best read in scrolling mode since i wrote this on my phone !! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ~ Teaser ~ Y/N had landed himself on the exact coordinates Travis had left behind, the message itself didn't matter but where he stood is where the message was sent from a week or so ago. He listened to the locals babble on the bus ride over about hunters and hikers disappearing in the woods this deep into the mountain scape, those who did make it back where sent to a asylum for uttering such absurdities like lycans and cultists. While bus left him behind, a unscheduled stop for the driver, Y/N sighed and pocketed his phone. Y/N: {Thoughts} Travis... You better be screwing around with some European model cause im gonna be really upset with your dumbass... Y/N peered over a guard rail, a narrow trail in the snow leading off the slope into the woods, a faint red dusted by the fresh white is barely visible through the dead shrubbery. Y/N hops the rail sliding his way down to the trail below, the red he was a scarf lightly buried alongside a few other random odds and ends like mittens and hats but this only told Y/n somes bag must've fallen open or it was tossed off the road. Until stepping forwards something beneath the white sheet tripped, face first into the fluff. He wiped his face looking down into the snow to find something staring back.....

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