Revenge on a Haunted World

Revenge on a Haunted World

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Fantasy
I am dead - or at least I'm supposed to be. I died when I was a mere five years old; I hadn't even started school yet. To this day, the reason for my death is a mystery - that is to everyone except me. I just appeared to not wake up one morning, not breathing and no pulse. I was saved by Death, however, by an unknown being. I have since lived in a lifeless place, growing to maturity. I am now sixteen years old, and I am ready to return back to the living world to finish the life that was taken from me. I am Violet Winters, and I have come back to haunt the world. NOTE: Updates will be very slow. I don't have much time to write, so don't expect regular updates. I will do my best to try and update when I can.
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On my 16th birthday I thought my dad was a nut case. He talked about being a witch and werewolf hybrid mix in a long line of the almost extinct crescent moon pack. My twin brother and I would never see each other after our transition. Only the stronger twin would survive. I didn't expect it to be me. I always thought I was the weaker twin. Now I'm the lone survivor of my pack. Training starts immediately. My mother was gone, my brother was dead and apparently I was a wanted witch-wolf hybrid by powerful deadly beings. My survival depended on this training. I was the sole survivor and the most strongest alpha in the world. All I had to do was find my strength and train. I needed to build my pack from scratch. Of course my brothers best friend was my omega. Could things get worse? The answer is yes. Things could get worse. Much much worse.

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