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Death's Diary

Death's Diary

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My mother named me Death, if you ever wonder why. When I was born, I was dead for five hours. Yeah, I know that was literally impossible, but my mother who couldn't accept the truth carried me, crying for a miracle to happen. And it did, after five long hours, I was back alive and kicking. Everyone couldn't believe it, I mean who would, right? I was supposedly dead. Out of my parents happiness, they gave me a name that would symbolize my strong will to fight death. That's me now, Death. But after visiting a mysterious shop I accidentally bought a diary which can write someone's death. That's also the reason why I meet Kaizen, the soul reaper. Title: Death's Diary Written by: EnigmaticIdealist
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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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