The Beginning of Azariel

The Beginning of Azariel

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I may be quiet but very mysterious, I may be pretty but i'm also serious. My name is Azariel, Daughter of "The North" I was born to be the so called leader or Queen because of my strength, techniques and intelligence when my dad step down..."yeeeeaaah!" Note the sarcasm. I always please my father but he always disagree with me leaving the kingdom but guess what?...I might disagree with him this time. What brings you here peasant? he asked. Its like i was frozen and couldn't speak at my spot because of the filthy word he called me. I looked at him with disgust and hate as i arched my eyebrows and he asked me 'what and who are you?' Before i could answer i felt something at the side of my neck and slowly my eyes felt heavy until i saw darkness. Join Azariel on her journey and adventure where she meets up on love, war, hate, betrayal and lies.
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Have you ever wondered if the creatures that lurk in the dark are real? Like vampires or werewolves? Well one of those is I know this because my dads one. Damn right my dads a werewolf but no I'm not. I'm Zarina daughter of the pack leader, half werewolf half wolf, daughter of a wolf, unknown to the world and out cast of my pack. When I was young (12 years of age to be exact) all the girls and boys were turning into wolves for the first time in a cage. Each child was in a cage including me, whilst my friends and classmates screamed in pain I sat there not feeling a thing with my father in wolf form just out side my cage waiting for me to turn, as much as I waited it did not come. The night past and pack members were gathering for a council meeting. Two days past and I was out cast my own father turned his back in me. I was on the street alone as a twelve year old with wolf ears and eyes. That was 2010 five years have past now and I'm being hunted.

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