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Blood Of The Shadow World

Blood Of The Shadow World

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 7, 2017
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I didn't think my life could get worse after my mom left, turning my father into one hell of an alcoholic. I was wrong. Dead wrong. Simply cause of two species... Creatures who looked human, who thirsted blood from whoever they damn well pleased. Vampires. Then there were creatures who could change their very form of being human, who hungered for flesh. Werewolves. It was only a matter of time till I would either end up dead, or one of them. How long could a girl like me be able to live within this... Shadow world? They brought me into this. There's no turning back now. Which species will I run towards? Unless, of course, one claims me before the other... 🚩Mature Content!
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ranked #49 in hiding I was suddenly just so angry that I was living in fear of this kind of attack. Why? Because we were different. Because we weren't human, and we didn't live in the darkness, and so we were attacked from both sides, always having to look for an escape route. So I snapped, and instead of running towards the door like I knew I should have, I threw a punch that was supposed to land in his rib cage, hopefully breaking a few and causing enough internal damage that he would be down for a while. But that didn't happen, because once that punch was thrown my attacker grabbed my wrist and threw me against the wall and stabbed me with a stake that ripped right through my red skull kitty tank top and cut into the flesh that covered my heart. That was when I heard the slow chuckle and that annoying voice I knew all too well say, "Not bad, but you're still dead."

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