Superno:Oorlog

Superno:Oorlog

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Dean had always felt different. It didn't help that he was a Superno. Supernatural creatures that evolved over time. But he was even different among his own kind. I mean he couldn't sit still,always shot out smart comebacks,and couldn't even read. How pathetic is that? The only people in his corner were his family. Until they suddenly have to move because of the sudden addition of the 'Lycan Amoury'. Werewolf hunters sent to kill his brother. They narrowly escaped and were now on the run. The change was huge for him. It didn't help that the Alpha Family's son wouldn't stop staring at him. (The first chaoter is not cannon,and is only there to show how the story changed,even if just slightly!)
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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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