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Red Fury
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For thousands of years he has roamed the earth seen generations pass through time, wars begin and end. He was born a hybrid, the perfect mix of both vampire and werewolf. Liam sat perched on the balcony of his apartment in downtown New York. His nose caught the sweet smell of forest flowers. He turned to follow the enchanting smell. Then he saw her, her red hair flowing in the wind small pieces of snow flakes clinging to her hair. Rose just moved from New Orleans to New York. Still new she doesn't have any friends so decided to spent her evening in her new apartment. Her fierce red hair whipping in the cold winter wind, as she stared at the night sky with its faint white snow floating to earth. Then she saw him... His pure white skin glowing under the moonlight, his soft angelic face framed by his loose curls. She has never once beheld such a beautiful creature. He turned to look at her she froze at the sight of his light blue and silver eyes.
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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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