Runes and Whispers

Runes and Whispers

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Paranormal
Kat had witnessed a scene she never thought would occur. Having had ran from it, she thought she was in the clear as days ticked by, but oh was she wrong. Swept up into the world of shadows and pretty creatures of the night Kat now has a chance to lead a life she had always dreamed of. Or, you know, smash in some heads and take names. Either way her mark will be left on the world she had no intention of joining. Just for fun project, not meant to be quality but wanted to share some ideas I've been wanting to try. Unedited and unrefined due to the nature of the WIP. If fandom ever develops I'll come back and smooth the rough edges.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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