Twisted Retribution

Twisted Retribution

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Ripped from his home city, Elijah is thrown into a completely different culture of an artificially created, timeless race: The Beastans. The discovery of a family he had never known about leads to unprecedented problems and ways of life Elijah would never even consider. He struggles to remain untainted by his kin's warped and twisted ideals, resolute not to redden his hands as they have done. Ragnohl, an unstoppable storm of whirling steel, is determined to banish the demons that haunt him, constantly reminding him of his brutal, unforgiving past and the childhood he never had. Hungry for revenge, he sets out to destroy the oppression of his tormentors, by seeing them suffer as they made him. Ragnohl will not stop until he slays with his own hands: she who commands them, and he who created them all. **I'd love to hear your thoughts on what I've written, anything you've enjoyed, or haven't enjoyed I'd love to know. I just want to get better at writing!! xD Hope you all enjoy!! :)
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Solace

Ive been watching my clan be with their beloved and little ones and i cant help but feel isolated. power? yes i have abundant of it. money? mountains of it. authority? generations of it and im going to be the ultimate one soon. but all of it for what? for whom? i feel so empty. born out of a lab, a mix and match of genes to make an abomination. words are delusion for their own gain. touches are pricks of needles and spikes. affection? whats that? memories? water, white, lab, people in funny suits... never did i speak, but i learn... never did i know emotions, but i can feel... never did i know you but i know youre real... ----------->>>>> hello, dear readers. this is my last book in the 2nd generation of the blessed moon series. some notes can be confusing if you havent read the series but this could be a stand-alone story. im depicting zeenunew here as my main characters. who are they? google it. pictures are not mine. i dont want to own them. so dont sue me. thanks to googles assistance for the completion of this series. pictures, word meanings and researches. if youre interested, please, see my other books: First Book: worthy to be mine Blessed Moon Series: blessed moon saved love warm thirst silenced 2nd Generation Blessed Moon Series: freak siren's call craving death impeccably yours solace Other Books: violet prison i read comments and i reply to them occassionally. i read messages and i reply to them if necessary. please leave votes if you like them. im super thankful for giving me your leisure time to read my works. see you on my other books. KHEINNOX 💑❤️🏳️‍🌈

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