The Monster I've Become

The Monster I've Become

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In the magical world of colossal there are many different kind of races, colossals being the strongest and humans being the weakest. In a human village there was a girl that has been tricked by her "aunty" She thought she was human but it turns out she is actually a violent race called werewolves. Apparently in the human village they were doing experiments and now that the girl named "Brave" had been betrayed by her own "aunty" She isn't about to back down without a fight even if she has to do it all by herself. No trust. Revenge. Pure Revenge is ready to spill.
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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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