ASH THE HALF BREED
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  • Reads 2,295
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  • Parts 37
  • Time 3h 36m
Ongoing, First published Nov 12, 2020
Mature
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Everything is not as simple as it seems.

Do you know about yourself completely or do you believe what others told you?

What's on the surface is not always the truth, we have to look deeper to see the truth!

Are you ready to dive to know the real truth?

If yes, what are you waiting for, let's go!

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"No, Albert!" I screamed holding my hand out in an attempt to reach him.

"Let me go. They'll kill them." I pleaded but they didn't pay any attention to me as they kept on running with lightning speed and with every passing second, we get more and more away from them. They put their bodies on fire before my eyes. I struggled one last time before letting out my emotions. Tears mixed with blood flowed through my eyes and I let out a cry of agony before blacking out.

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Asher Edwards, a sweet teenager from London is actually a dampir- half-human, half-vampire. He has always remained inside his palace, in the safety of his people. His life would change when he would come outside, to New York where he will explore new things; find real, good friends, and finally find happiness.

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