The Nightrose Chronicles

The Nightrose Chronicles

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In 2000, vampires and lycans revealed themselves to the a shocked world. Wanting only to be accepted like everyone else, they have struggled to become a true part of society. It's 2015. This is Damian's story: a young vampire orphaned at an early age and then abandoned by his foster family. Friendless and lonely, he lives alone until he meets a girl that will change him for the better. This is Tia's story: a young girl from a formerly abusive family trying to find her place in life. Always kind and cheery, Tia strives to not let her past torments affect her. But it seems this quiet young man has sank his teeth into her heart.
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