Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Troubled Girl

The girl’s breath tore through her throat as she sprinted between the trees. Branches whipped her face, scratching her skin raw. Behind her, the sound of snapping wood and heavy footsteps grew louder, each one closer than the last.

Her name was Naira.

She had lived her whole life on this land, where the old stones bore carvings of her people’s stories. Now those same stones were shattered, smeared with blood, and scattered across the dirt. The elders had ordered an evacuation five days ago, forcing them to relocate hastily.

But, even in their new camp, dangers were abundant. They didn’t manage to get far away.

That’s why gathering food, which used to be a simple task any hunter or gatherer could do, was now akin to a death sentence.

Especially because that cruel bastard refused to help them, far too absorbed in living out his tyrannical fantasies.

A deep snarl echoed through the woods, shaking leaves from the branches. Naira’s pulse hammered in her ears. Her legs ached, but she couldn’t stop. Not when she knew what had happened to the others who did.

The creature’s scent reached her before its shadow did; a mix of sulfur and rot.

She risked a glance back.

The creature was massive, its body covered in black plates that looked more bone than armor. Its jaws split unnaturally wide, drooling a tar-like substance that hissed where it hit the ground.

It shouldn’t have been real.

Her father used to speak of creatures like this by the fire, back when the world was a much simpler place. Skin-walkers, he called them. Spirits that fed on fear and hunted those who forgot the old ways. As a child, she’d hidden under her blanket whenever he mentioned them.

Now one was chasing her.

When she was terrified, so much so that tears welled in her eyes, her mother would sit next to her bed and hug her before whispering that those stories were warnings, not truths. Tales to remind their people to respect the land, to keep the balance.

But the balance was gone. The earth bled, the sky broke with strange lights, and the monsters that stepped out were no longer stories.

Homes burned, people vanished, and some of the hunters they had in the fields were torn apart before they could even notch an arrow. The monsters didn’t just kill; they hunted for pleasure.

Naira’s stomach turned at the thought. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She wasn’t a fighter. But when the food ran out, someone had to go.

Now her lungs burned as she ran through the trees with branches cutting at her arms. The weight of the small satchel on her shoulder, which was filled with dried roots and berries, felt heavier than stone. Every step was a gamble between life and death, and she was losing ground fast.

Behind her, the creature let out a sound that didn’t belong in this world. It wasn’t a beastial roar, not even a growl, but something deeper, wrong. The sound dug into her chest, twisting her breath.

All she could think about was her mother, bent over the washbasins back at camp, her hands raw and shaking from the cold water. If Naira didn’t return, there would be no one left to look after her. No one to keep the elders from taking what little she still had.

She stumbled, caught herself on a tree trunk slick with sap, and pushed off again. The creature’s claws tore through a bush behind her. The ground shook under its weight. Her vision blurred with tears and sweat, yet still she ran.

Her heart screamed the same words over and over.

Please, not like this!

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Kaiden moved first. His boots sank slightly into the damp ground as the Blood Monarch’s Gauntlet glowed deep red.

Thomas was already in front with his shield raised. The impact of the first Ravager’s strike against the tower shield rang through the clearing. But, despite the monster’s strength, the man didn’t even flinch.

Diaz appeared behind it a heartbeat later with two daggers flashing. He buried them in the Ravager’s exposed ribs.

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