The Royal Rebel

The Royal Rebel

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 5, 2016
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Hiiii name is Athena I'm a hybrid Princess who loves rock,metal and ect. my mom is the queen of the fairies and my dad is the king of werewolves i have older siblings and they are like me hybrids. My mother wishes that I would be more like her sisters. I had went to a school for the rich and royalty but didn't like it there so I transferred to a public high school where no one knew me, I brought with me close friends to my new school I can't wait to make new friends at my new school. One day while we had a guest my enemy decided to send a letter saying that he wanted to marry me and I couldn't believe he did that I seriously fainted from complete shock, later on I woke up I found myself in my room an the smell of food had gotten me hungry and I left outta my room to go eat later on after dinner I waited for everyone to be completely asleep before I run away knowing my mother and father may send me off to marry that Incomponent prince who I hated the most.
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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