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Blood Moon

In the heart of the dense jungle, a young man named Azhar Iqbal, a student at the Wildlife Institute of India, is drawn into a world of mystery and danger when he begins to experience strange transformations during the full moon. As he struggles to control his newfound powers, he must confront the terrifying reality that he is becoming a were-tiger, a creature of legend and myth.

Jan 9, 2025  |   14 min read

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Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins

The first raindrops hammered against the corrugated iron roof, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the pounding of Man's heart. He lay sprawled on the cold, earthen floor of his hut, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves thick in the air. His body throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of the savage encounter. The tiger, a creature of myth and legend, had chosen him.

He remembered the flash of yellow eyes, the searing pain, the bone-crushing force of the attack. The jungle, once a place of solace, had become a predator's domain. Now, fear gnawed at him, a cold, insidious thing that coiled around his heart. He was alone, utterly alone, in this remote village, his only companions the whispers of the wind and the distant howls of unseen creatures.

As the storm raged outside, the man felt a strange sensation creeping over him - a tingling in his skin, a low hum vibrating deep within his bones. He tried to ignore it, to focus on the pain, but the feeling intensified, growing stronger with each passing second. His muscles twitched involuntarily, and a low growl rumbled deep within his chest, a sound that was both alien and terrifyingly familiar. He clawed at the earthen floor, digging his fingers into the cool, damp soil, desperately trying to anchor himself to reality.

Panic clawed at his throat. He was changing, transforming, becoming something else entirely. Images flashed through his mind - flashes of yellow fur, razor-sharp claws, and a primal hunger that gnawed at his insides. He remembered the Tiger's eyes, burning with a malevolent intelligence, and a chilling realization dawned on him: he was not just injured, he was infected. The Tiger's essence, its raw, untamed power, was seeping into his very being.

He tried to call out, to summon help, but only a guttural roar escaped his lips. His voice, once strong and familiar, was now a distorted parody of itself, rough and animalistic. He felt a strange sense of detachment, watching his own body contort and twist, his limbs lengthening, his senses sharpening. The world around him seemed to shift, colors more vibrant, sounds more acute. The distant roar of the jungle creatures seemed to draw closer, their voices merging with the primal symphony within him.

Fear gave way to a strange exhilaration. He felt a surge of power, a raw, untamed energy coursing through his veins. His senses were exploding, the scent of the rain, the damp earth, the decaying leaves - all amplified a thousandfold. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves in the distance, the beating of his own heart, and the rapid, shallow breaths of the villagers huddled in their huts.

He was no longer human. He was something else, something wild and untamed, a creature of the night. And as the first streaks of lightning split the sky, illuminating the terrified faces of the villagers peering through the cracks in their huts, The Man knew that his life, and his understanding of himself, would never be the same.

The transformation was complete. He rose to his feet, his body towering over the villagers, his eyes glowing with an eerie, predatory light. The rain continued to lash down, but the man no longer felt the cold. He felt a new sense of power, a primal urge to hunt, to conquer. The jungle, once a place of solace, had become his domain. And as he let out a deafening roar that echoed through the night, he embraced the beast within.

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