The Beauty is The Beast

The Beauty is The Beast

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The elders told of a Prophecy that would mean the rebirth of the clans but only through the destruction. They spoke of a time when the clans would wage war on each other from within. Lives would be lost. Lovers betraying one another. Even a death that would rock the clans. The Prophecy spoke of the age when 12 would become 14, six clans would be shook to the very core of their legends. Bloodlines will be tainted, broken, and forged anew. Yet what happens when the prophecy is not about you but the bloodline you create?
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I'm Kiera Calloway and I'm a witch. No, seriously. I am. The day of my Awakening, the High Priestess of my Clan (Daughters of the Moon), names me the next Heir and almost surprised the appetite out of me. Almost. Then, I'm introduced to the other Powers That Be: the Weres (NightWalkers) and the Vamps (Black Blood) on an empty stomach. Then, I met Kiel Fang, the next Heir to the Black Blood. He unmakes me, ruins me and will probably be the death of me. Too bad I'd lost all logical thought sometime after I met him, and I don't care, even though I probably should, since you know, he drinks blood like I drink milkshake. I am playing with fire, hoping maybe to get burnt a little by his heat. No, not hoping. I craved it. I am blooded with a Vampire and my world has turned on itself.

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