The Unclassified

The Unclassified

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Clarissa has had many run-ins with the supernatural and decided on the profession of 'Hunter'. She works for the Human Protection Association, who all have clearly expressed their hatred for the 'drooling and sloppy mutts' and 'blood thirsty, life draining pain-in-the-necks', otherwise known as wolves and vampires. And lets not forget about the 'dumbass pigeons that leave their pure white feathers in their wake', otherwise known as angels. While poor Clarissa works in this environment, she can't help but feel offended. Just because wings sprout from her back doesn't mean she is a freaking pigeon! To make matters worse, she has to hide this fact form the association, otherwise risking her title and life. As head of the newest recruits, she is heavily relied on, so when she is sent on a mission to find a mass murderer, she rises to the challenge. But will she be discovered in the process of catching this man? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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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