Morphling, the Morphling (On Hold)

Morphling, the Morphling (On Hold)

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One who was once serene and peaceful has morphed into one thirsty for revenge. For dark eons the comet of Morphis circled. After a long duration from an evil freezing spell, a ball of ice was detached away from the comet. The frozen ball melted in a flash of boiling heat, as it entered the Earth's atmosphere. The Morphling was reborn into life, an elemental power at one with the tides and water manipulation. He can knock back his enemies with a bolt of water, and dissolve himself into waveform and surge wherever he wants to damage his enemies. Find out why the Morphling had morphed, and why he wants revenge in this fanfic book!
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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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