The PureBlood Child | Book Two

The PureBlood Child | Book Two

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida dom, dic 20, 20203h 40m
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A child born into the world from a once human. A child that was conceived by a PureBlood vampire known as Julian - The head of The PureBlood Clan. I, Samantha named my son, Christian. The name of Stark's late brother and someone who protected me to the end of his journey. Stark and I lived among the humans, in a small town that was often raided by vampires. We had a hidden room that we'd use to hide in during the raids. Julian was on a witch hunt for mine and my childs head. In the end, we are betrayed. By what seems to be everyone. My baby boy Christian is growing up so fast-too fast. He's a powerful kid that will have the whole world trembling in his grasp.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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