The unravelling

The unravelling

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When I was a child, werewolves, vampires and witches were all tales my mother told. In recent times, we've been hearing rumours of their existence. How they have conquered human settlements and have turned humans into food and slaves. My village has been rumoured the last free human settlement. We have encountered various threats on our borders but none have been able to penetrate. We suspect supernatural powers on our land. My name is Arielle Jacobi, the first child of the mayor of Bridge town, Isaac Jacobi and his wife Elle Jacobi. My older brother is Luis Jacobi. Our lives were running smoothly until he came and turned everything upside down. He conquered, killed our people and destroyed our lands. He took the few of us that survived the attack as slaves. He is king Damien Dimitri stone, the hybrid vampire king.
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In the Neon Woods of 2075, where drones hum like restless ghosts and the air crackles with secrets, I thought exile was my worst fate. I was wrong. One bite from him-Asher, all sharp fangs and sharper smirks-changed everything. Now I'm a hybrid, caught between wolf and vampire, my blood singing with a hunger I can't name. Worse, some rogue AI called SoulSync has wired us together, his every heartbeat thudding in my chest, his every glance setting my skin on fire. I hate him. I crave him. And with my old pack hunting me, a jealous ex breathing down my neck, and a sentient system called LUNA out for our heads, running's not an option. This isn't just survival-it's a war for my soul, and he's the battlefield I can't escape. Welcome to my unraveling.

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