The gods creation

The gods creation

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I am a survivor, a legend and at the same time your worst nightmare. Nobody knows i exist. The ones that have seen me, well let's just say that they didn't sevive, to see the next day. ....... “Shift or die, it's your choice”. He said. I saw more vamps comming in our way. There must be about twentyfive now. No way I could beat them when I was so weak. I had to think fast! they wouldn't hesitate to kill me. I had to shift. It was my only way to survive right now. I could escape tomorrow. I let out an angry growl when I realized, they would have to see me naked. I began shifting back to my human form, the pain was still there and I Screamed. As fast as I could I coverd my expoust body and looked up at them, anger filled my eyes. No way I would show them any weakness. “WOW” ....................... Hi :-) this is my first story I really hope you like it please vote and comment it would make me so happy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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They told me my voice was a curse. A song too sharp, too sweet, too deadly. Ships sank for me. Angels wept for me. Monsters knelt at my feet. But one night, I sang-and the Devil came. He didn't fall. He smiled. Beautiful. Terrifying. A man carved from shadows and fire. He said my voice didn't just tempt men. It tempted Hell itself. And now? He wants me. Not my song. Not my power. Me. The more I resist, the harder he presses-taunting me, burning me, drowning me in him until I don't know if I want to kill him or kiss him. I should be afraid. I should run. But every time he whispers my siren, my blood turns to flame. I sang, and the Devil answered. And I don't think I'll survive his love.

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