The Last Rose [Slenderman Romance Smut]

The Last Rose [Slenderman Romance Smut]

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juin 7, 2016
Our character is in college. (This is also my first story) He take classes at night on weekends, even though he hates the dark. Next to the college is a forest, with numerous rumors, stories and legends of deceased students, monsters, and even a few accounts of UFOs. He decided to take a shortcut back to his dorm through the forest, the regular way is longer and to avoid the wild Fraternity building along the way. Taking a shortcut back to your dorm through a dark forest? What's the worst that could happen? Drunks? Supernatural beings? Rabid animals? You're just gonna have to wait and see....
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Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

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