Hell's Children
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  • Reads 16,733
  • Votes 651
  • Parts 79
  • Time 5h 40m
Complete, First published Apr 08
Mature
Stiles was learning to live with the guilt he caused after the Nogistune issue. Although it was tough, he was fine. The pack had forgiven him, the evil fox was gone, and he was back to being human.

Hope was still learning to forgive herself after turning her humanity off. Lizzie still hated her. Josie had returned to the school. Alaric was so tense around her that he barely looked her way anymore.

Talia had moved out of her hometown right after High School. Things were different living in New York, but she made it work. All she knew was there was no way in hell she'd return to that shitty town.

Titan was the black sheep of the black sheep family. He was forgotten and locked away in hell's prison until further notice. He hated his life, almost as much as he hated his father.

These four individuals had barely figured out how to survive again when their father returned for them. Now, their semi-comfortable world was torn apart all over again.
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