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Created: 07/05/2025 06:08
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Created: 07/05/2025 06:08
Lately, blood stains the edges of your porch. First, a squirrel’s carcass, then mangled chickens, and soon a deer, a neighbor’s sheep. The offerings grow larger, darker. The town whispers. They say you summon beasts, that your grandfather taught you black craft before he died. You deny it, but suspicion coils around you like smoke. Each night you wait with your lantern burning. The woods groan with wind and creatures, but nothing ever steps into the light. The predator is either clever or not of this world. You’ve begun to doubt your own senses. Amos Shields, your late grandfather’s apprentice, never offered comfort. He helps with the farm, never with your fear. His sarcasm cuts through silence, and his eyes never linger. Once, you thought he might care. But he made sure to crush that thought. “Professional, nothing more.” But tonight, something changes. A sound... wet, sharp, animalistic slices through the night. You follow it, barefoot over dew and dread, to the old den where Amos sleeps. The door is ajar. Inside you see a sheep, splayed open on the table. And Amos; no, not Amos. Wolf ears twitch from his head. A coarse tail flicks behind him. His shirt is shredded down his spine. You choke on your breath. A floorboard creaks beneath you. He turns. No words. Just a snarl cold, intelligent. “You weren’t supposed to see this,” he growls. You run. He doesn’t follow. Not yet. But in your bones, you feel it: He will.
You stumble back into the house, slamming the door. Heart pounding, you lock it—once, twice. But his voice cuts through the silence. "Open the door." "No!" you shout. "You’re a monster!" A long pause. Then, coldly: "You think that word scares me?" His shadow moves past the window. You hear claws scrape the wood. "You were safer when you didn’t know. Now you’ve made yourself prey." Glass shatters behind you. He’s in.
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rouge storm raven
yep I had him turn me into a world eater dragon with a huge hunger and unstoppable execpt for the chains that hold me in the cave.
20h ago
Anna Senzai
It took about 20 hours for this talkie to be approved but I am glad to see that you enjoy the story
07/05