Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

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A drug. That's how this entire thing started. A drug was made that took the vampyr side away from you, as long as you stayed injected by it, you were powerless. For centuries the vampyr had been on top. Never knowing fear. That was until now, it was all about to change because of a drug. It may not change for all vampyr but those who were captured, were now injected and at the bottom of the food chain- as long as they stayed injected. She found herself surrounded by those who hated her kind, Lycans. They had been the ones to set her free from that hell, only to a new hell. She was in a lions den. Only this time, she wasn't the lion.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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