Mythological Creatures Club

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In the beautiful forests of Virginia, there lives a Werewolf named Akira. She knows probably better than anyone not to trust humans. They've been hunting her and her family for generations. So to protect herself and others like her, she began The Mythological Creatures Club.

Recently, she obtained a strange, foreign hard drive that contained one file: a tracking program. She quickly discovered that it can track any Mythological Creature on the earth, including herself.

And she intends to use it.

But this mysterious hard drive is creating more questions than answers...How is it tracking her and the others? Something's not right here at all.

What started as a club to protect creatures soon turned into a full out investigation to solve a mind-blowing mystery...

Leaders:

Animelover7310- Akira and Sebastian & Charlie

Harvestmoonluvr- Karin, Rano & Tano

WyvernWings- Griffin, Acacia & Solana

Created By theMCC

A Werewolf Drinking and Other Conversations

“Kuroshiro, you ready?” “Oniken, I would be lying if I was.” “Listen. We’re going to get through this. We’re going to show those damn Yakuza that tradition doesn’t mean anything. You ...

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Our Lady of Akita, Watch Over Our Fragile Hearts

This post parallels with anime-chan's "A Hideous Beast". I put her behind the 8-ball with "Culture Shock". Might as well challenge myself too. Kuroshiro watched from the window as Akira went off with Griffin. She gets the full moon cycl...

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Culture Shock

Three days. Three. Long. Arduous. Days. Kuroshiro wished for once he were in Okinawa, so he could have captured a mizuchi for aquatic transport. Granted, he would probably have to defend himself from its attack after it would fling him onto...

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I feel the blood

This contains mild gore refrences (Only a bit but I'll play safe)

Kaki*~*~*~*~*~*
I had a dream that night. I was sitting on a velvet chair in my old house. I was wearing a white wedding dress, ripped and soaked in blood. In my hands was an old version of Dracula, my favourite childhood story, I ran my fingers against it. There was a strong smell of blood and I looked up. There was a man dressed in black holding a heart. I took in a breath and it was my last. Slowly my heart started to beat but before I died… I started to throw up organs and blood….
I woke up in shock. I lying in the silk sheets clothed in linen pyjamas. Slowly I ran my fingers through my hair and combed it carefully. At least we can sleep I style, I thought to myself as I opened the cupboard. I froze and felt the anger creep up my spine. Where the hell was my clothes?!?!? I stormed out and yelled at the top of my voice.
“WHO STOLE MY CLOTHES?!?!?” I jumped from the third floor down to the first and landed on my feet. Gently I flung myself onto a wall and ran up it. Nothing was happening. Reluctantly I went back to my room and checked the cupboard again. There was a single dress hanging on a hook. It was a blood red lacy dress with a spider web pattern on the skirt and nothing on the top. Below it was a pair of silk black socks and red pumps. I stared at the shoes and chucked them out of the window. Much to my dismay I would have to wear the dress. I took off my pyjamas and placed them on the bed. Then carefully I put on the dress. It felt good to wear a different pair of clothing. I picked up the skirt and carefully made my way down the stairs barefooted. I held my head high and tried to act really fancy. For once… I was having fun. When my toe touched the marble floor, cold was sent up my leg. I ignored it and kept walking. The sun shone out of the glass door and I wrapped my pale fingers around the door handle. I opened it and the sun hit me. I screamed and my eyes started to burn. Two hands grabbed me and pulled me backwards. He shut the door and glared at me.
“You’re a vampire right? Don’t you know to stay out of the sun?” I shook my head and stared at my burnt hands. The boy grabbed a roll of bandage and wrapped my hands in it. I blushed slightly and pulled away.
“I’m fine thanks. And I’m an Upir not a vampire.” The boy shrugged and walked away. His dark brown hair and green eyes enchanted me. Was I in love? I didn’t know…. As he walked up the steps I felt my heart beat faster. Gently I ran my fingers against the dress I was wearing and blushed. This was the first time I thought I loved someone. It can change a person. Could it change me though?
I walked outside for the rest of the day. Feeding on whatever mortals I could find. The hearts in this country were tasty. I ran my tongue against my blood covered teeth. The salty liquid slipped down my throat and into my stomach. The hearts are always tender and soft to eat. I like them. But I didn’t know that someone was able to steal mine.
As the moon rose up against the dark green trees and I crept back upstairs. I slipped of my dress and looked at the pile of new clothes. They were like my old ones but in better condition. I smiled and put them aside along with my dress. Slowly I changed back into my pyjamas and crept into the bed. My feelings were mixed. Some love… and some fear that I would have another nightmare. I shut my eyes and dived into a world of dreams.
That night I had another dream. I was wearing a black bikini and I was swimming in a normal pool. The water was fresh and felt good against my skin. I cupped some in my hands and I opened my eyes. When I looked again it was blood. I spat it out and walked backwards. Slowly I put my hand against the side and I felt something squidgy. It was a heart. All of a sudden my legs froze up. I grabbed the side of the pool and tried to pull myself up. My arms froze and I sank into the deep red depths. At least I know at the end of every nightmare comes a new day. Full of anything I want it to be. Perhaps…. I can fall in love

BlackWhite Psychology

Warning: This chapter contains mild language and mild sexual references “I'll say it once more. Dr. Goen Sawaka. Age 63, occupation doctor, cause of death massive coronary heart failure. Married, two children, two girls, 27, 22, one b...

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