Satan's Twins

Satan's Twins

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( This Intro Is Really Bad But the Story is Good :-) ) Many many years ago, humans weren't weak but strong Like werewolfs they could shift into any type of animal but only one. Humans were given a animal the moment your born but at the age of 17, the human would go into training when there able to shift. But over time, creatures got jealous and scared. The head of witches declared that all humans would be wiped of their animal and abilities. Which meant their sight as well. But left a group of humans and named them hunters. Hated by all but themselves they killed any that went agents the law, sending creatures back peeing their pants. But the number one code known to all, 'No Hunter shall be mate to a creature' and none has until now. My name is Lola and this is my story. ( Unedited, Mature Language, and maybe Mature séances )
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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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