*This is Purely fantasy*
I'm Rose. I am 50% witch, about 25% vampire and about 25% she-wolf (Werewolf).
My father IS half warlock and half vampire.
My mother WAS half witch and half she-wolf (werewolf).
I had two older siblings but they passed away on their sixteenth birthdays.
One of them was my brother, I never really knew him, I was in our mother's womb at the time. He died after he shifted his first time because he was never told about his genes and what they meant (he died from shock).
The other one was my sister, I kind of got to know her, but when she passed I was only 6. She also died after her first shift, but not because she was clueless. She had been told TOO much about her genes and what they meant. When she shifted, she tried to stop it because she was scared of her wolf.
After my sister passed so did my mother, she was severely depressed and couldn't take the thought of me leaving her too early. Before she died, she told my father everything about herself and her werewolf roots. She only survived until my dad knew everything, it seemed like that was all that mattered, like she knew she was going to die.
I have been taught the ways of my ancestors, werewolf, vampire and witch, slowly so I can absorb it all properly.
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This story is about me, a young girl, with a lot of issues. I always am treated like trash by my rude human stepmother. Around my father, she's completely innocent but when he isn't, hell just about breaks loose. When I turn sixteen I will leave my father and house to move in with either the vampire lord or the werewolf's alpha.
What happens when I have two possible mates?
What happens when one person I really thought I could trust hurts me almost beyond repair?
And what happens to hybrids that seek a second chance?
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WARNINGS:
There is swearing, abuse, mature sections, etc.
I'm playing a very dangerous game, or so I've been told. I've also been told to care more about keeping myself alive. But this isn't about me. This is about all the Humans who have lost their lives at the hands of a Vampire. This is about the Witches whose magical blood draws in the Vampires who ultimately destroy them.
This is about my mother, who I watched die at the hands of one of them. But not before he tortured her in front of my brother and I for days.
These monsters think they have nothing to fear. That they can just tear through our lives without consequences. Well, that stops with me.
I am the White Witch and they will learn to fear me.
**THIS IS THE FIRST DRAFT AND RIDDLED WITH MISTAKES. I AM CURRENTLY EDITING IT OFFLINE AND WILL POST A NEW STORY OF IT WHEN IT'S READY. THIS DRAFT SHOULDN'T BE EFFECTED. THE SECOND DRAFT IS ALREADY WAY BETTER SO GET READY FOR THAT**
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DISCLAIMER:
*Explicit content
*Trigger warning for terrible things terrible people do in real life. Seriously, all the things.
*This is not a final draft. I am posting to motivate myself.