Bane of my Wolf Chapter 1 by hanadaandrussiana, literature
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Bane of my Wolf Chapter 1
A blur of thick fur and a roar of anger sliced its claws across his chest, ripping up his shirt and skin. Well, so much for his new hiking clothes. He winced and collapsed to the ground in pain, crimson seeping from his new wound. I got to get out of here he thought, clutching his chest. Sheets of sweat dripped down his chin as the monster approached. Getting closer and closer. There was no time to run. There was no escape. This was it. His demise was approaching swiftly. The brown bear grew closer and closer and as it lifted its bloodied claw to swipe him again, he closed his eyes ready to brace the pain of the impact.
He waited an
I love what should not be loved
I feel what should not be felt
I feel you
I feel you closing in around me, like darkness swallowing the sun
I hear your voice, like the song of a siren calling out to me
I see your face and fall under your spell
I love you
Even though it hurts
Even though it stings
Even though it bites
“Aww, come on, dude, it won’t be that scary!” Alfred pouted, pleading Matthew to come with him.
“No way, not this time Alfred. I have got better things to do than to hang out in a grave yard all night.” Matthew said, shaking his head irritated. “Be
Chapter 5 Time to Eat~ by hanadaandrussiana, literature
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Chapter 5 Time to Eat~
Chapter 5
Time to Eat~
Alfred jumped out of his seat in surprise and a little bit of anticipation.
“Wh-what?!” he questioned.
Arthur blushed and looked down on the ground embarrassed.
“Alfred…I’ve never felt a stronger impulse to drink someone’s blood before than yours.”
Alfred was confused and somewhat excited. Yet he was terrified as well, and all at the same time.
“What? Really?” Alfred asked, somewhat unbelieving. So it was fate. They were destined to be together. But a sharp memory flashed through his mind. A memory of blood. Alfred shuddered involuntarily.
“Yes, really.
Chapter 4 UnleashedThat nigh by hanadaandrussiana, literature
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Chapter 4 UnleashedThat nigh
Chapter 4
Unleashed
That night, Alfred was released from the hospital. Instead of driving back to his house, Arthur took Alfred to his own home in order to talk in private about the past events that occurred on that night Arthur bit him. They had settled themselves in Arthur’s quaint little apartment, Alfred laying on the soft grey upholstered couch and Arthur on his antique red velvet armchair. Stray books seemed to fill every nook and cranny of the place.
“Now, Alfred, would you like me to--” Arthur began, but was cut off yet again by the young energetic blonde.
“Yes, tell me your story from start to finish. What
Roses have Thorns Chapter 3 by hanadaandrussiana, literature
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Roses have Thorns Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Sweet Blood
After Alfred calmed down, Matthew fed him and he looked a little better, less pale and acting more like his usual self, or so Matthew thought.
"Matthew, I have something I need to tell you." Alfred said. Matthew needed to know what Arthur was and needed to stay away from him. He wasn't sure if he would go after his little brother next.
"What is it, Al?" Matthew said, settling himself on the edge of Alfred's bed.
"It's Arthur. He's…he's a vamp-" Alfred started to say, but then the door creaked open and out came Arthur.
Arthur?! What the heck was he doing here?! Alfred's fist clench
Roses have Thorns by hanadaandrussiana, literature
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Roses have Thorns
Roses have Thorns
Chapter 1 The Soft Moonlit Night
It was a dark night and the full moon showed brightly up against the pitch black sky. The dimly lit streets were lonely and deserted, only one man walked them. Singing a happy tune, he walked down the street toward his looming apartment. Alfred F. Jones was simply happy. He had just enjoyed playing video games all night at the old arcade down the street. He had beaten the snot out of this little kid at Mario Cart and was happily gloating to everyone in the arcade about it. "I AM THE BEST VIDEO GAMER IN THE WORLD!" Alfred shouted to the sky, not caring about waking anyone up. Little did he