The Hybrid King

The Hybrid King

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It's been roughly 845 years since the last time Jackson Marjorie went outside and allowed warm sunlight to touch his snowy pale skin. The reason as to this is because Jackson isn't human. Sunlight simply burns and boils his skin to the point that he looks like a hideous moldy potato. He craves rich and thick blood every second of the passing days. He can't control his never ending, infinite hunger. He's capable of compelling creatures of all types. Though every full moon he turns into a completely different monster. The monster that he became had completely taken over. One side of him is slave to the sun while the other is a slave to the moon. This is the sun and moon curse some may say. Jackson is a hybrid. Both vampire and werewolf. He's the only hybrid. That makes him the king of all vampires and werewolves by the essence of nature.
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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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