Bbsgang Stories

This is the day. The day everything changes. I finally saved up enough money to hire a hitman for my parents. They were never nice, never even liked me. Not even my brother. All because we were hybrids. This is my way out and now it's possible. TW: there will be mention and writing if abuse, alcohol, and marjiuana. There will also be cussing. If these bother you please find another book.

Your name is Y/n your life was awful until one event happened to you changed everything forever. Now your life is happy and it becomes more happiness until you meet this one guy.

BBS High-school/Supernatural AU ... Life nowadays is a total nightmare. Hybrids, those incredible people graced with the ability to change their body into that of a chosen animal at their very will. Gods, those marvelous people gifted with the ability to utilize the magic going through their veins, giving them incredible boosts of energy, the power to control an element, strength, anything, you name it. And humans. Those poor beings who have to be careful and watch their backs with every step they take. They have to be careful of who they let close and who they keep at a distance. It's common knowledge that Hybrids and Gods don't get along. At all. So, the solution the government came up for that? Strange High. A public school for those both graced with abilities and those that are not. An attempt to try and get kids to get along, no matter if the one has an ability or not, the whole point being to mend the bond no one realized was broken. It was meant to be a solution. A way to reduce the amount of hate, bullying, deaths, for all parties. ... I live here. In Strange City. Where everything is upside down, where the whole place is basically a safe zone, save for some areas designed for fights, known as Fight zones. I'm also a hybrid, one of many that moved here and actually go to Strange High in hopes of not getting targeted by the infamous Gods that claim their lives are higher than anyone else's. I just want the best for my sister. But our problems started when she bumped into a man, a young man. I think he was close to my age, actually, with short black hair styled into a fohawk, a red leather jacket adorned with two white stripes on each sleeve, dark grey jeans and golden eyes. On his back, was a pair of enormous owl wings, the tips of each primary feather having a red mark. That was our mistake. But his own was messing with the wrong people. The wrong people being my sister and my friends.

Not starting another book. Still making the other just needed an outpost

A fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of heaven. The term "fallen angel" does not appear in the Bible, but it is used of angels who sinned. "Its not my fault he was so damn sexy."