Deviants of the Odds

Deviants of the Odds

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We are the unique of our kind. We are often seen as dangerous, terrifying, and heartless. That's why the people around us started hunting down our kind one by one till we are completely extinct. The reason why people fear us is because we are the descendants of the gods and goddesses. And now, few centuries later, our kind resurfaced again. This time, chosen individuals bear the marks of our ancestors and their unique powers. We thought the war between the gods is over. But it seems they have called forth their champions to fight in their stead. Set, the god of evil, whose lust for blood and killing did not diminish over time, created his own champion Seth to cause chaos and havoc in the world, draining the powers of special people and using it to create genetically-altered and powerful creatures. Now, these chosen people will have to learn how to cope and control their gifts to stop the world's impending doom.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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