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The Hunters

The Hunters

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 13, 2016
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Fantasy
A Phoenix, two dragons, a boy who is like a dolphin and a girl that can summon a griffin. The hunters. Creatures that live and survive in the shadows of the world, things a normal person could only see in their worst nightmares. Almost human, shadow vampires. Also know as shades. The hunted. Five teenagers are fighting to save their small countryside village. The only problem is there are just too many shades and the small team of five might not be able to handle it. ~There will probably be a lot of swearing, maybe a bit of violence~You have been warned~Also I own nothing but the plot, all characters belong to themselves(aka my friends) and any pictures, credit goes to the rightful owner~
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