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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

Brewing Conflict (2)

Ashton was waiting at the entrance of the black market about an hour ago than the mentioned time. Maybe he was anxious to know some answers or maybe he had nothing better to do. His eyes were scanning everyone going in and out of the place. 

However, Ashton wasn't being subtle about it, and soon the mercenaries employed as guards for the market had him surrounded. 

"State your purpose of visit." 

Ashton turned his gaze towards the man in front of him. Standing at 6'9", the dark-skinned man was very hard to get a read on. He had mastered the art of not allowing his expression to reflect what he was thinking. 

His waist-long black and white hairs were braided into several ropes, just like his awfully long beard. Despite not showing any emotion, Ashton knew the man have had his fair share of battles. The plethora of scars on the man's face was proof of that.