Blood Blacker Than Ink

Navora Corvin. That was her name, a name she doesn't recognize. A name that has a history. History that's dark and ominous. A name; that stains war, blood, pain, and love. Her mother and father. Legionaries, forgotten in the wind. Their blood; was sacrificed for their beloved daughter. who's yet to be born, still in her mother's womb. Until she breathes air. the sign of life. The world wasn't ready for her. "They" weren't ready for her. No one was ready for her. The last legend carries upon her last name.

"What's happening to me! Why are they after me?! What's going on?! what am I?"

"First of your kind Navora."

"Crazy? insane? Mental? you don't even know half of it."

"I've been feeling...I don't know. I need space...please."

"I feel...like I know you."

"You smell good."

"The season is changing. Hell is about to break loose."

"Forever is a long time. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Hello everyone! this will be my second time writing another twilight fac. Please take it easy on me the first book I made was terrible! I was like...what? 13? Idk I just know it was rushed. I remember watching twilight for the first time, I was wiped! But anyway, this is my story. The artwork isn't My's, or the music. if I decide to add any. The Twilight characters are not mine. Also, before I forget, this has LGBT, and bisexual in it.

WARNING: gramma errors!! This is a 17+ There will be strong language and sexual graphics. For those who are young, please don't read this. If you still decide to read... that's on you. Not me. This is for mature audiences only. I am posting as I write this. This means it will be rough and barely edited until completed. This is a Fanfic, so it's based on my vivid imagination of how I view twilight.