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The Last Hybrid
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    Time 17m
Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2016
As I ran to the cliffs I look back to see red skin piercing eyes only a few feet away. He was still after me. Then I look back at the cliffs getting closer and closer till I was jumping over the edge. spreading out my wings so I can catch the wind and fly away. I look back at my once best friend staring at me with dead eyes he was a kind man and now he was nothing more then a walking dead wolf. for he was a werewolf and now he was a rogue. And the rogue that wanted me dead. 

Hi I'm Raven the Were Angel hybrid. I am 16 and I'm the last of my kind. I also live on a island with different species of supernatural being. I was once just an average girl. But with a secret. I was born with wings of black and silver. And hair as dark as night. Eyes blue as lightning. For I am the last Hybrid.
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The Alpha's Kitten

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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.