The Whorld (bxb)

The Whorld (bxb)

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[This is a break story. Meaning I update regularly during school breaks, and everything else is fair game and said show. I'll do what I can when I can, so that's that. Thanks fam] She and her twin had found it. They had found a place where they could create new life. They knew, and they were fine with it. Other people weren't, but who cared about what other people thought? There was no denying, however, that they were genius. And one day, they disappeared. Vanished. At the age of 19, they were gone; declared dead to the public. And nobody was sad to see them go, unfortunately. The young woman and her twin were brilliant. They were an asset to society. What the silly people didn't know was that they had not died. No, they had lived. A/N: Please don't read if you hate loquacious elucidation (lol that sounded really stuck up sorry) Ok I'll update when I can idk how this is gonna go Another A/N: Okay so this story is slow moving, please bear with me ANOTHER A/N: Yeah so if you didn't read the tags this is gonna be gay so check yourself before you wreck yourself
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On my 16th birthday I thought my dad was a nut case. He talked about being a witch and werewolf hybrid mix in a long line of the almost extinct crescent moon pack. My twin brother and I would never see each other after our transition. Only the stronger twin would survive. I didn't expect it to be me. I always thought I was the weaker twin. Now I'm the lone survivor of my pack. Training starts immediately. My mother was gone, my brother was dead and apparently I was a wanted witch-wolf hybrid by powerful deadly beings. My survival depended on this training. I was the sole survivor and the most strongest alpha in the world. All I had to do was find my strength and train. I needed to build my pack from scratch. Of course my brothers best friend was my omega. Could things get worse? The answer is yes. Things could get worse. Much much worse.

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