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Heart of stone

Heart of stone

  • Genre: Werewolf
  • Author: Kyrell
  • Chapters: 2
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Age Rating: 18+
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“Who was that guy?…His eyes were of different colour…The one I was looking for!” Those were the thoughts of a young girl, attaccked by a werewolf with a hetrochromia. As she was thinking this, her boss tried to protect her but that thing wasn’t after her. This is the story of a girl named Camille Hart, who is a member of a werewolf pack and wants to find her mate. But as soon as she involves in finding him, things took a turn. How’d she find her mate? Should she find him or lead her life alone? Is it love?

Chapter 1

A Dream

The young girl sprinted into the woods, her raven hair whipping in the wind and her deep golden-brown eyes scanning the murky surroundings. She wore a dark, hooded cloak that shielded her from view, allowing her to move stealthily through the dense forest. The sound of her rapid footsteps echoed through the woodland, alerting any nearby predators to her presence. She pressed on, desperate to escape whatever danger lurked in the shadows.

The dense underbrush scratched and scraped at her feet as she ran, making it difficult to keep her balance. Despite this, she pressed on, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. The threat of whatever was chasing her was all-consuming, driving her onwards through the dense thicket.

As she ran, she approached a sparkling stream, her parched throat begging for water. She took a moment to take a few sips, her eyes darting nervously around her surroundings. Suddenly, she heard a rustling noise, and her head shot up in alarm. Voices could be heard, growing louder with each passing moment.

"Where is she? We have to find her!" One of the voices barked, their tone hard and unyielding. The girl's eyes widened with terror, realizing that the danger she had been fleeing from had caught up with her.

"But who are they?" She muttered to herself, feeling a sense of desperation and confusion.

As she got up and began to run again, the group of people chasing her began to close in. One of them spotted her, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"There she is! Catch her, I want her alive!" He shouted, his voice filled with malice and determination.

The girl gasped and broke into a sprint, racing through the forest with all the strength she could muster. However, fate was not on her side, and her cloak caught on a low-hanging branch, causing her to tumble to the ground.

The group quickly surrounded her, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. They were determined to capture her, but she was equally determined to fight back. Despite their efforts to overpower her, she managed to hold her own against them, her body moving with practiced grace and agility.

Just as she thought that she was about to be overwhelmed, a figure appeared out of nowhere, dressed in a black cloak like her own. The newcomer was tall and imposing, his eyes a striking shade of mismatched colors, hinting at his unusual heritage.

The group of attackers immediately fell silent, their expressions flickering with uncertainty and unease. The newcomer strode confidently towards the girl, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice low and commanding.

The girl nodded, feeling a sense of relief and safety wash over her. She realized that the newcomer was not like the others, and that he was here to help her.

"I am in your debt," She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The stranger nodded, his expression serious and focused.

"I am here to protect you," He said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was in good hands. Together, they disappeared into the dark of the woods, with the girl knowing that she had a powerful ally by her side.

Camille sat on the edge of her bed, her heart still racing from the vivid dream she had just experienced. She couldn't believe how real it had felt, as though she had been transported to another world. The image of the mysterious man who had defended her kept flashing through her mind, his intense gaze burning into her memory.

As she got up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water, Camille couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a vivid dream. She had been under a lot of stress lately, with work deadlines looming and personal problems weighing on her mind. Maybe her subconscious had created this fantasy world as a way to escape from her troubles.

As she took a long sip of water, Camille tried to push the dream out of her mind and focus on the day ahead. She had a lot of work to do, and she couldn't afford to be distracted by flights of fancy.

But as she went about her morning routine, Camille found herself constantly thinking about the dream. The image of the mysterious man kept flashing through her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something significant about him.

As she sat down at her desk to start work, Camille couldn't resist the temptation to google "dream interpretation." She scrolled through a few websites, trying to find some insight into the meaning of her dream.

Most of the sites she found were filled with vague and mystical-sounding advice. "Dreams about fighting represent a struggle to overcome obstacles," one website proclaimed. "Dreams about mysterious strangers can signify a desire for adventure and excitement," another claimed.

Camille rolled her eyes at the generic advice. It all sounded like the kind of nonsense that people spout just to sound wise.

But then, as she scrolled through the search results, Camille stumbled upon a blog post that caught her eye. It was written by a psychologist who specialized in dream analysis, and it promised to provide practical, evidence-based advice.

Camille started reading, intrigued by the author's no-nonsense approach. She learned about the latest research on dream analysis, and how it could be used to help people understand their subconscious thoughts and emotions.

As she read on, Camille felt a growing sense of excitement. Maybe there was more to her dream than just a flight of fancy. Maybe it was a sign of something deeper, something that she had been ignoring for too long.

With newfound determination, Camille decided to delve deeper into her dream. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up the image of the mysterious man once more.

At first, all she could see was darkness. But then, slowly, the image of the man began to take shape. He was tall and lean, with short, dark hair and piercing blue and grey eyes as he had hetrochromatic eyes. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and he had a scar on his cheek that gave him a rugged, dangerous look.

Camille felt a jolt of recognition as she looked at him. It was as though she had known him her whole life, even though she had never seen him before.

She tried to ask him questions, to understand why he had helped her and what he wanted from her. But every time she opened her mouth, he would shake his head and disappear into the darkness.

Camille felt frustrated and confused. She wanted to understand what the dream meant, but it seemed like the man was deliberately keeping his secrets from her.

As she opened her eyes, Camille couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She had hoped that the dream would provide some clarity or insight into her life, but instead it had just left her with more questions than answers.

Chapter 2

A door that will lead you to its key

Camille groaned as she rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep that still lingered in them. She had been working on the project for hours, trying to get everything done before the deadline, but her body had other plans. She had succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep right on her desk.

Her boss, Mr. Johnson, had always been a tough nut to crack. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and he had a particular distaste for laziness. Camille had always tried to do her best, but sometimes her body just couldn't keep up with her mind.

"Camille! Camille! Camille!!!!" Mr. Johnson shouted, his voice echoing through the quiet office. "Why are you so careless? It's not your bedroom, it's an office! People work here, and I expect you to work here with decency like everybody else! And here you are sleeping and snoring so carelessly without worrying about anything else."

Camille felt a flush of em


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