The Heir (on-hold)

She was born in the midst of a storm and cries of another newborn.

She was as swift as the wind of a hurricane.

She was as fierce as the lightning of the storm.

Her once golden irises turned grey as her white sclera turned black, her position evident.

Her voice BOOMED as the thunder came, causing everyone else to kneel.

Her laughter brightened everyone else's day.

But her disappearance caused everyone's smile to falter.

She was taken in the middle of a sunny day, as opposed to the weather when she was born. Her day started with a mischievous grin, it ended with a cry for help.

But that did not stop her from running.

That did not stop her from fighting.

She was the Heir, and no one can stop her from being who she was from the very start.

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A/N:
IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A STORY WITH GOOD WRITING SKILLS, THEN THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.
I wrote this story a few years ago and over time, I've been sloppy. I haven't been writing properly because from time to time I've been losing interest in it and there are only a few times that I'm motivated to write, which is when I'm greatly pressured by my readers. There are times that I'm grateful for them because my confidence suddenly appears. I suck at ending things but I do love creating stories. Maybe, I'll be able to finish this someday but for now, it will contain extremely slow updates and it will need extensive editing in the future.

Highest Rankings:
#1 Blood Moon - 08/10/18
#1 Midnight - 08/18/18
#10 Supernatural - 09/05/18

Shocking Rankings:
#35 Werewolf Hot List - 06/17/2019
#55 Supernatural Hot List - 06/22/2019
#6 Pack Hot List - 06/24/2019
#96 Fantasy - 08/25/18
#27 Queen - 08/25/18
#44 Wolf - 08/25/18
#121 Mate - 08/25/18

Book cover: Would you believe me if I told you "I made it"?