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Twisted Hearts

Twisted Hearts

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 14, 2017
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Paranormal
I hated pretty much anything mythical ever since my parents were slaughtered, by them in front of me, when I was just eleven years of age. Now I'm seventeen and have a slight lust for bloodshed of mythical beings such as vampires, werewolves, the Faye, you name it. So I became a hunter/assassin taking any paying job that came my way to kill the things that were suppose to keep you innocent as a child, but instead completely robbed me of it. Until I fall hard...... *Contents graphic fight scenes*
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I should've been worrying about exams, not monsters. My biggest fight was supposed to be with algebra, not the undead. But the city doesn't care about what you deserve. It just chews you up and leaves the bones for the rats. My name's Leo. I was a high school nobody with a detective's eye and a past that kept bleeding through the cracks. Then the supernatural came knocking-fangs first. Vampires in leather jackets, demons in business suits, nightmares with faces too human to be real. Now my nights are spent chasing whispers about cursed relics and forgotten wars, all while something rotten coils tighter inside me. Every clue is a cut, every fight another bruise, every shadow a reminder that I'm not just the hunter anymore-I'm prey. They say coming of age is tough. Try doing it while the city's bleeding out and the monsters are circling. The halls of my school feel safer than the alleys, but only just. Because even here, behind lockers and neon lights, the darkness has a way of finding me. This is a slow-burn mystery, dripping with blood and cigarette smoke, where growing up means learning what it costs to fight shadows-and what it costs when the shadows fight back. Midnight Veils. The night doesn't care how young you are. It still bites.

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