Run and Hide (R.S.L) (SLOW UPDATES)

Run and Hide (R.S.L) (SLOW UPDATES)

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Paranormal
The forest was normal. The tall green trees and grass everywhere filled my nose with the smell of nature. Walking more in, I suddenly stopped, hearing a noise somewhere around me. The smell of the forest was gone, the only smell that hit me was the smell of fresh rain and masculine cologne. I turned, hearing another noise. When I turned, I saw a man. He has blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore no shirt or shoes, only some shorts. His eyes were on me, the brown now black. "Mate." ------------------------------------------------------------ Merlin Pen was not an average person. She was a witch. Nope, not the broom and wand witch. Although she could use those if she wanted. Her parents only being half magic and half human, she was a pure blood witch with being only one-sixth human. She was powerful, she could be ruthless. But her gentle soul stopped her from using her powers for evil, like her own kind wanted her to. Every witch or person of magic only gets one chance at love. But there's only a twenty percent chance that they will find their other half. Not even her parents were made for each other. Soon coming to realize that she won't find her real one, she moves on and tries to live her life as normally as she can. Until she makes a journey in the woods. Ross Lynch is a werewolf. Werewolves are the most possessive and even brutal creatures. But with their mates, they can be loveable. Ross was looking for his mate. Someone he could share his life with. And being the second son of an alpha, he was strong and had a hard head. When he takes a stroll in the woods, he gets the shock of his life. His mate is a witch, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for her. Even if their kinds are supposed to be enemy's.
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My name is Devin Ames and I am one of the three werewolves that is actually a witch. The other two, are my little sisters. We didn't grow up in a pack, our mother and father sheltered my sisters and I, in a large city where most wolves rarely visit. My mother didn't know about spells or why we were born witches, but she knew she would have to protect us from the packs. I became a lawyer, part of a huge firm. And it wasn't until I accidently started a small fire in the library that I decided to seek out a real witch. I brought my sisters with me and we all started to learn about magic. We were also told some myth about the three of us, but I don't believe a single word of it. Not until a 6' 4'' wolf appears in the court room and tracks me down the next day. ~~~ Excerpt~~~ "How could you be mine, you smell of witch." He asked shoving my shoulder and I hardened my wondrous look into a glare. "You're fucking welcome asshole. If I hadn't used my powers to get you out of there you would have been serving 20 years at least." I seethed and turned to walk out the bathroom door he just pushed us both through. "Take back your spell or whatever." He growled to me and I looked back at him. "Why would I want you under my spell. You blew up my clients house and look at me like I am a piece of gum on your shoe. Just walk away and forget about me." I told him before pushing to door open and muttering a protection spell so he couldn't touch me. "I don't even know your first name." He called and I looked back at him before going through the thick crowd of the bar and making it outside before running towards the bus that was at the right place at the right time.

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