My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Amnesiacs
This is my first novel I wrote 4 years ago. At that time I did not have hp, what else apk mangatoon. I found it by accident while unpacking a pile of old books in the closet. Dull books written using pencil. A story written by a beginner with an imagination that I thought was too childish at that time. Because this is what made me stop hurting her.
But now I want to continue. There was no change at all from the storyline and the character's name, just the use of his words that I slightly changed. I'm adding a new chapter to my novel. At first it was only two chapters now I'm looking for one more chapter on the war against the Vampires. A chapter consists of several episodes.
Chapter 1: The Self
Chapter 2: Secrets of the past
Chapter 3: Uniting the night world
I hope you like it.
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This is a story that tells a different point of view than the creatures of the night. For example, the werewolf. They are often referred to as cold-blooded and brutal creatures. Manifested as a creepy half-wolf, wandering around on a full moon night in search of prey. But what if the werewolves aren't as scary as what we see in fantasy movies. They live like ordinary people, go to school, work, have family and playmates and try to hide their identity from the wider community.
Vampire? The legendary blood-sucking creature. Described as a pale-skinned human, having fangs and always attacking humans to suck their blood in order to survive. This is not medieval anymore. To speak in such a way is already very primitive. We vampires would rather buy it than suck it right out of the victim's body. Not an excuse. Buying prepackaged blood is safer for us. We do not have to worry about the blood we buy coming from people who are sick or have other disorders that can reduce our appetite and also we can choose any taste of the blood type that is be different. Practically no.
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"Sherina's... Sheridan..."
In the darkness I heard a voice. A woman's voice calls to me. The voice that was so sad was getting clearer. I opened my eyes slowly, so hard but still forced. From the darkness of my view, began to appear increasingly bright white light. The first thing I saw was a woman in tears. Face without makeup with sebaceous eyes due to crying for a long time. The woman clenched my hand tightly, kissed him several times. Tears were unceasingly flowing down her cheeks. I wanted to wipe those tears but I didn't have the energy to do it.
Beside the woman was a man with sharp blue eyes staring dimly at me. He did not cry, but from the look on his face it was clear he was holding it back. I'm trying to talk. It felt so hard, like hundreds of hands were closing my mouth. Tears are pouring down at the end of my eyes. The woman rubbed it gently. The warm feeling emanating from his palm gave me some energy. The man next to the woman moved to my left. He removed the breathing apparatus that covered my nose and mouth so they could hear what I wanted to say.
"The... Whom... You guys?" I can finally say it.
The two of them stared at each other and looked back at me with a confused look on their faces.
I raised my eyebrows. I try to remember everything that happened. But not a single memory flashed through my head. There was only fog and faint sounds. The more I thought about it, it made my head hurt.
"No. Sttts... I don't remember."
"Don't force it. Rest up. You need that," the gentle elus of the man in my head.
I still feel hesitant to call them mom and dad. But the strong sense of attachment and the warmth they provide, makes me certain. I saw my father talking to someone wearing a long white coat. I didn't hear their conversation. My dad looks agitated. Several times he thought and spoke to the man again. My mother approached, apparently asking. My father tried to explain and I saw my mother crying again. I closed my eyes as my mother turned with a sad look. Shortly after, I fell asleep.
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