I was abandoned by my family. The only thing I have left of them is a white gold signet ring with a rose and spikes. I grew up in an orphanage in Idris. I had to endure the crooked looks of other Nephilim. I tried to forget about everyone and started training. This is how the years passed. When I turned fifteen, they decided I was one of the best fighters. So they sent me to an institute in New York. Having no choice, I decided not to argue and go there, so I did. As for me, I'm a medium height girl. I have eyes the color of steel and white hair that reaches down to my waist, my skin is white. That's why my origins were often confused. Because my runes were barely visible to night hunters. And at first glance, they saw me as an underground vampire. I'm used to it, but every time I pay attention to who I am, a stranger.
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Night hunter
FanfictionRosamarij Williams is an orphan but also a night hunter, at the age of 15 she was transferred from Idris to New York, will she be able to find her family? Who is he really? Who wants to kill her? Who will he love and who will he hate?
