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I Became A Zompirewolf

Do read my new novel **Chimaera's Conquest**. It would mean a lot to me if you could read it and give your valuable review. Thanks in advance. *** In the year 3000, humanity was forced to leave the Earth when a sudden mutation caused more than 70% of the planet's population to mutate either into zombies, werewolves or vampires. The humans put up a fight but didn't have a chance against the united front of the monsters, and they were forced to leave. At least those who were rich and lucky enough to leave. A century later, the chaos on earth had calmed down, but the humans who were left behind were treated like slaves and were forced to join one of the three factions: The Undead, The Cold Ones or The Lycans when they turned 16. It was a similar story for Ashton, who was one week away from being turned into one of the monsters as it was his 16th birthday. He decided to run away from his fate and join the secret resistance to battle against the monsters. However, his plans came to a standstill when a series of misfortunes led him to be bitten by a Zombie, a Vampire and a werewolf before either of his powers could manifest. He ended up receiving all of their powers but at the cost of his humanity. Yet, he wasn't willing to let his humanity die. No matter the cost. Will he be able to live his life, or is it already too late? Which faction will he join? Will he be able to find the secret behind the mutation? There were too many questions, and only one way to find the answers: follow Ashton's journey as he fights back to retain his humanity. *** Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/bjetmPER5p Cover art: Monark Ai Please DM in discord for removal, thank you.

AkshatArpit · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
766 Chs

Fool's Gold

"There you have it," Ashton's voice echoed through the hushed courtroom, his tone void of emotion. "The traitorous Priest is dead."

Ashton's eyes swept across the stunned faces of the courtiers and the assembled crowd. The once wild chants for the Priest's execution had turned into an eerie silence. The weight of their decision hung heavily in the air as if time had momentarily frozen.

The people who had called for the Priest's death now stood in disbelief, their words snatched away by the reality of the situation. 

They had been driven by anger and thirst for vengeance, but they had not expected Ashton to carry out the execution before their eyes, unfazed by their demands.

Even the courtiers, who had witnessed countless trials, were taken aback by the grim resolution with which Ashton had acted. The courtroom had seen its share of emotions, but this moment was unparalleled.