My Girlfriend's A Tribrid
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 22m
  • Reads 498
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 3
  • Time 22m
Ongoing, First published Mar 19, 2023
1,016 Years,
9 Months
5 Weeks 
8 Days
72 Hours 
263 Minutes
1,986 Seconds in counting

That was how long she had been alone, only in the company of her coven they travelled together like a family but talked to each other like the were distant relatives although they had each others back no matter what especially after what happened with the original coven leaders, Morgana was gifted of course she was after all she was the first Tribrid in existence but what really set her apart was her visions they weren't as strong or as frequent as a seers but they did hold a lot of meaning so when she began to have flashes of a small town in Canada named Whitechapel but after a few more persistent visions she finally caved and made her way to the town expecting nothing more than a simple snack stop and a couple baby vamps.

Oh boy Morgana was in for a rough time in Whitechapel especially after she met her Mate what will happen to them when a whole new genre of supernatural enter the game?
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