I'm not gonna name names here but all I can say is that as much as I want to hear anyone's criticisms, there is little to no reason on why everyone shouldn't be nice or something.
Seriously, what is it with this guys and the attitude? Is there something I did that makes you guys hate? I mean, what did I do? Plus, my writing isn't even remotely bad and if that is a criticism about my writing, then I can understand.
Seriously, thought, what can I do to make you guys to not give flames, whatever that means, to an author that doesn't deserve anyone's hate.
And of course, let me say this to anyone who thinks they can commit 'Executive Meddling' to me and my story: Just don't.
If I want to commit character bashing, it's only when I actually do share your opinion on the character and the setting and other than that, it just comes across as forcing political and religious views upon someone who doesn't care and just want to write a good story.
I know that I am not exactly a great writer at that but all I ever wanted was to write something fun, unique, inspiring and whatnot.
Honestly, cyber bullying is such a serious thing and it is pretty much unfortunate that I can't delete something that just comes across as insulting, rude, demeaning, condescending and whatnot.
All I ever wanted was to make my own story with my own agency and you think writing is easy? Well, it doesn't.
You need to understand the grammatical, no repetitive words, anything that just comes as rushed and shallow and finally, anything that should actually be readable.
And yeah, you're right.
I'm lazy but also because another life from my phone like work.
Anyway, on with the story and as much as I can say, 'enjoy the story'...
Okay, look... If you think that my story is bad but can actually be executed by your on writing, like taking inspiration or maybe adopted to your work, then go on and take it then.
Nobody is stopping you and you can use my stories as a writing format if you want.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario Vampire and JustyTurner, 'Rosario vampire x Op male demon reader: A demon in a monster school'. They belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy.
In the heart of an abandoned city, where the flickering streetlights struggled to pierce the dense fog that rolled in from the river, three figures raced through the dark alleyways. With every echoing footfall, they were a picture of primal terror: a vampire, an orc, and a werewolf. Disguised in a layer of human flesh, the creatures' monstrous natures thrummed beneath the surface, longing to break free.
Initially, their evening was meant to unfold as it always did: preying upon the unsuspecting, reveling in the thrill of the hunt. The trio was notorious among the darker beings of the city, known to wreak havoc in the dead of night, relishing the screams of their victims much like a fine wine savored in the moonlight. Tonight was supposed to be their night—a feast of blood and raw flesh was on the menu.
But fear had turned them into a pack of quaking wretches. They ran without looking back, their hearts pounding not with excitement but dread.
"Faster!" barked Gruk, the orc, as his heavy footsteps echoed off the slick cobblestones. His green skin glistened with sweat as he felt a presence lurking behind them. The panic in his voice was palpable.
"I can't believe this is happening!" Sasha, the vampire, hissed. His sharp fangs bared as he turned to glimpse the shadow that loomed large behind them. "We're the hunters, not the hunted!"
"Keep running!" growled Ralko, the werewolf, his senses tingling with impending doom. His once powerful legs now felt weak against unseen forces.
As they darted around a corner, a dark silhouette burst from the shadows as if it had materialized from the very air they breathed. Gruk stumbled, falling behind as long, coiling tendrils shot from the creature, ensnaring him in an iron grip.
"Help me!" the orc screamed, struggling in vain against the entity that had captured him. Terror flooded his features as he stretched out a hand towards his comrades.
But they didn't look back.
Sasha and Ralko kept running, the guttural cries of Gruk fading into the night as if he had never existed. Something primal in them urged them to survive at any cost—teamwork was a luxury they could not afford in this moment of horror.
They skidded to a stop when they spotted a faint glow emanating from a distant alleyway. "Light!" barked Ralko, hope flickering in his chest like the fireflies of summer. But before they could make a move, dread congealed in the air around them, and something drew close. The creature that had devoured their friend emerged from the shadows, its form twisting and writhing like a living nightmare.
Ralko felt his heart plummet. The thing had features distorted and warped, eyes blinking in unsettling mockery of a creature once human. It bore no distinguishing characteristics—a mockery of nature itself, both alien and familiar, a horror that stitched together the darkest fears of the world.
With a primal snarl, Ralko turned toward it, channeling all his fear into fury. "I'm not afraid of you!" His voice roared in the silence as he transformed, fur rippling across his skin, claws glinting in the moonlight. He leaped forward, muscles coiling with potential.
The beast met his aggression with unflinching calm. Tentacles shot out, wrapping around Ralko, constricting like steel bands around his body. The werewolf's pride turned into whimpers as he desperately struggled. "Sasha! Help! You can't leave me!"
With a tumult of conflicting emotions, Sasha hesitated, but self-preservation overruled loyalty. He turned and ran, the echo of his own betrayal ringing louder than Ralko's cries.
Ralko's furious howls morphed into cries of agony, blood painting the asphalt as the creature's tendrils pierced through him with terrifying ease. The moon bore witness to their suffering—a sterile eye watching the horror unfold.
All at once, Ralko was no longer a fearsome beast but a victim tangled in the clutches of a horror beyond comprehension. Despair consumed him as his life force ebbed away, crimson slickening the ground beneath him.
Then came silence.
Sasha fled wild and frantic down the alley, but fortune abandoned him, and he soon found himself cornered. Tentacles grabbed at his legs, knocking him to the ground. He was immobilized, staring up into an abyss of malicious intent, where laughter, soft and emotionless, teased at the edges of his sanity.
"Why are you doing this?" Sasha begged, desperate. "We were only hunting! Surely you understand hunger!"
The creature loomed over him, its features indistinct yet profoundly terrifying. "You must be mistaken," it droned in a tone devoid of emotion, both chilling and alien. "I do not wish to hunt alongside you. The monsters you are cannot be even afforded a taste of my regard. What you and your kind have done to me… the pains inflicted are far too great."
"What have we done?" The vampire's voice trembled, an odd mixture of indignation and fear.
"You cannot comprehend," it replied, its voice chilling him to the marrow. "But, I can offer you one last favor."
The vampire's instincts screamed at him: run, flee! But he was paralyzed, entrapped beneath the weight of the creature's gaze. "What… what do you want?"
"Do you not long to know just how much pain a vampire can withstand before the end? I shall show you."
With that, the shadows closed in around him, and the last sound Sasha would ever make was a scream that reverberated through the hollow streets, swallowed up by the dark, their echo of terror mingling with the fog that rolled relentlessly through the city.
As dawn broke, the streets lay empty once again, and the moon dimmed, retreating to its resting place. For the horrors of the night had claimed their tales, leaving only shadows and whispers of a time when monsters roamed beneath the light.
Well, here is the story. If you guys say that it is short, then you're right, it is short.
I need to make a prologue and it is the best that I can with the tools I can make. You can't just rush art without taking things nice and slow.
Anyway, guys...
I could say, 'hope you enjoy the story' but I know that your standards are not something I can give and compare to someone who doesn't understand the difficulties of being a writer.
Well, anyway...
Ciao...
And by the way, I work hard on the story I have written because I have listened to too many audiobooks, reviews, explanations, tales and more on the internet and I think you guys should try to read other works that are much more simple and less exposition heavy.