NOT YET FOUND . {On Hold}

NOT YET FOUND . {On Hold}

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_____slowupdates_____ "They killed my mate." "My pack killed my soulmate because he was human." In a world where werewolves live in fear of being staked, vampires fear the sunlight, witches fear being beheaded and humans fear being prey, everyone is on high alert. Murder, darkness and magic screams in every corner. "What is this place?" "We call it the Safe haven, a place where hybrids live with no fear of murder." "And who are you?" "Their leader." "Like an Alpha?" "More like a King." _________________________________________ With a war between races brewing, constant threats and rebellion from the people she wears a crown for and a sociopathic ex and father craving for her head on the end of a stake, will Tia ever learn to return his love? Saved by a King who claims to be her mate, yet she is sure her mate was murdered by her people. "Do you believe in second chance soulmates?" ______shortstory______
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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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