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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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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