IN THE COMMUNITY OF WORLD GOVERNMENT
The street to the market was full of cherry blossoms flowers filing the rudimentary trail created by the people in this area. 
This new settlements was peaceful and safe thanks to the barrier erected by the Holy Lady Giselle, monster posed no threats to those who could not fight. 
She is also known as the White Witch Giselle. 
Small group of buildings can be seen situated around the rivers and the beautiful sceneries and appealing natural features.
Now the population of this settlement is around 300 people and it kept increasing day by day as the rescue operation and excavation of the land is continued by the Military. 
Today, Giselle wanted to buy some stuff from the market. Some for her food, others for herbs she wanted to make, while some is for her potions. 
The moment she exited her wooden house constructed by the grateful carpenter of the World Government, she was immediately followed from behind by Major Arno.
Her bodyguard. 
Major Arno was not a talkative man. 
He was a Major after his contribution of informing Raymond of her solution to the white explosion and her contribution to the World Government and he was promoted almost immediately and to such a high rank for someone so young.
'Holy Lady. There seems to be people approaching. Should I disperse them?' Arno said as he could see from afar a few of the resident in the settlement was stirred when they see the Holy Lady.
Giselle just smiles
'Do not worry. They only wanted me to bless them' Arno hesitated and it shows on his face but then he nodded.
'As your Holy Lady commanded' he said as he bows a little
When she enters the market, anyone who sees her bows their head and come closer to her. 
Then they kneeled in front of her like she was a holy existence. She uses two of her fingers and touches their forehead as a sign of her blessing.
Light glowed on her hand and that light enters the forehead of the one kneeling to her and fills them with warm feeling.
The Blessing of Elysium. 
This is one of her abilities. 
Those who are blessed by her would have increased strength, clear head, increase endurance, lowers the chance of catching disease; reduce nervousness and anxiety and many more other benefits.
Unlike a skill, this Blessing that Giselle could use did not use her energy. Instead she borrowed energy from the surrounding.
It was the tattoos she mused.
As she blesses people, she greets them without any pretentious attitude. She was generous with her smile and soft in her manners. 
One could not help but feels that she is an angel exuding a holy aura. 
Couple with the fact that she was a beauty with pale white flawless skin and wearing a white robe that signifies innocence and purity in the mind of men, she was treated very nicely by the men. 
Not only the men did not have lewd thought about her, they treated her as someone they should protect owing to her pure image.
As she walks to the grocers, she bless who wanted to be bless, smiles to those who believe in her and heal the children who came to her.
Yet, the people of the market did not urge her nor did they push each other to gain her blessing. 
They were disciplined and waited their turns. If they do not receive her blessing, then they can only attribute it to their bad luck.
Arno behind her always watches for any threats or any religious fanatic who wanted to assassinate Giselle.
A few weeks ago, a Catholic Priest tries to murder Giselle calling her a witch before the priest was put down by Commander Raymond personally. 
Well, it got nothing to do with what she could do but what she is. She is hope for most of the people. 
With her abilities, that could heal people, bless them with good health and peace of heart, people began revered her. 
And that is how it starts. 
Then some people began to worship her. And then they will deify her. Most of all, she could create barriers that forbid entry to monster. 
Many of the people in the community began calling her the Holy Lady. Her moniker of White Witch was forgotten.
She could also use her magic to teleport people to other places. Since Teleportation Stone's has been powered down since the white explosion people who could teleport is treated very importantly by the World Government like Warp.
Once in a while, she would turn to look at Arno behind her and smiles at him and Arno would blush while at the same time he tries to hide the fact that he was blushing. 
It was cute of him though it was not a trait one would associate with Arno. With lean muscles and a scowling face he was the furthest definition of cute. 
But to her eyes, he was that cute even though he was black. Bradheim would have a field day if he ever heard that. 
Giselle was from Germany and was under the rule of Fuhrer Bradheim. At the time there was a resistance with David the Iron Lord fighting Bradheim and his group of Neo Nazis.
She was their secret weapon. 
She was trained and was given strength by Bradheim army. She escapes captivity after she got the tattoos.
 Until today, she doesn't know what happen that November. That November where she lost her memories.
When finally she arrived at the grocers, she was already exhausted. She enters the grocers and was greeted by a woman with freckles. 
The table stand was full of herbs and vegetables.
At the back part of the grocers are bulks of meats. Now that belongs to Liana brother, Lucius. 
Lucius Meat Shop. 
Lucius was a hunter and always goes outside the barrier with his group to hunt some Horned Rabbit meats, or Giant Chicken or Giant Red Fang Turkey.
When Giselle enter, Liana who caught sight of her bowed at her first and then she ask
'How may I help you today, Holy Lady?'
'Liana, like always could you prepare this?' Giselle said as she took something from her white robe sleeve and handed it to Liana. 
Liana took it and then began scanning the ingredients and nodded
'Holy Lady, I could get everything in this list other than Horned Purple Rabbit Teeth. Holy Lady need to go to Herbalist Zhang Yuan.'
'Hmm. Fine. I'll take it.' Gisele replies as she smiles politely. 
She stands there on the grocers while Arno was outside the grocers, always guarding her. 
When people approach the grocers, Arno would block them from entering by citing Military Business.
After a few minutes, Liana return to the front store and handed Gisele a hemp bag full with her ingredients.
'Thanks. How much silver?' Giselle ask.
Liana just chuckles and said.
'It's on the house.'
'This…'
'Its fine' Liana said as she holds Gisele hand and pat her on the shoulders.
'You have done a lot for this community and kept us safe with the barriers with your magic. As long as you are healthy this place will be safe and I can keep doing business. It's fine.' Giselle look at her and smiles.
She could not say anything else other than saying
'Thank you.' 
They hug each other before Giselle come out from the grocers with Arno waiting for her outside.
'Holy Lady did you finished buying?' he ask
'Not yet.' Giselle was about to go to Herbalist Zhang Yuan but then she remembers he was on gathering missions with the soldiers.
'No, were finished.' She said as she walk back home. 
She walk again at the market and like before, the people crowded her the second time.
This time the one who did not manage to get her blessing the first time, all come in front of her and kneels. 
Like before she blesses who she can and then walk home. 
As the wind blows, and the cherry blooms flowers flies around in the spring, Giselle had time to think.
She peeks behind her and she could see Arno keep looking right and left.
Arno. Raymond. Jean. Azief. Loki. Sofia. Erika. A fiery tiger. And a flying dragon. Until now she couldn't understand. 
She couldn't understand the tattoos.
She never tells anyone this but her body was full of tattoos. One might ask why she should hide it since anybody could see. 
No. 
They could not see it. That's the first mysterious part of the tattoos. Invisible to others but not to her like an enchantment 
The second weird thing about the tattoos was she did not tattoo herself. 
She still remembers before the Orb Condensing Stage she did not have any tattoos. It was after that thing. 
That thing she could not remembers. 
She remembers a cave. She remembers a voice. Then she went blank and the moment she was conscious, she was beside a stream with tattoos filled her skin from her neck to her toes.
Tattoos that could predict the future and events before it even happens
And that is weird because she knows her memories were wiped clean of a particular event. But that is not possible. Since she only knows one person that could wipe memories.
And that was her. 
And even if she could accept that she wipes her own memories, how can she explain all this prediction of the future. 
She might be able to wipe memories but she could not see the future. No, that was reserved only for the Oracle.
And even if that was explained, why would she wipe her own memories? What horrible thing that she wants to forget?
The third weird thing is this tattoos did not even disappears after she shed her old skin when she evolves.
There is magic in the tattoos itself. A very powerful enchantment. Someone put the tattoos on her.
But…there is another weird thing about the tattoos. The tattoos seem to be able to predict the future.
She once studied the tattoos herself as she draws from what she could see from her tattoos onto paper. 
Tattoos in big letters on her front neck was the name Arno. Tattoos behind her neck were World Government. 
There is also the name Prince, Earthshaker and Ice Deity on her skins. The reason why she was captured ta the World Government was because one of her tattoos is this.
Let yourself be captured by World Government. Find him. Then an arrow pointed to her neck.
When she found him, the arrows disappeared and the description also disappears. There are also other tattoos of images on her skin.
Then at her back was a depiction of a celestial war with a red clouds and black mist on the ground.
There is also a depiction of a wedding full of people dying. There is also a painting of two people racing against each other. 
Both of them wears black attire with lightning coils around one person while another was surrounded by black aura.
The tattoos also have some weird quotes like Witness your end. There are also some useful quotes like When the pure light covered the world comes, hold the people you want to bring and your path will not be lost. The displacement will begin when the third flash blink. 
When the world was first enveloped by the white colors Giselle quickly remember that quote and then asking for Arno help to relay her insight she manages to keep intact the upper echelon of the World Government. 
But not only that. 
The tattoos also have some skills embedded inside her skin itself. When she touches certain tattoos she would be overwhelmed with information and magic. 
It was because of it she could create a barrier to hold off the monster near the settlement.
As long at the citizens did not come out from the barrier she has created, the monster would not be able to harm her.
Then as she was thinking of all this thing from behind Arno was admiring Giselle beauty. 
He smiles as he saw she was moving her hand on the air trying to grasp the wind.
With the spring flowers making the sceneries extremely beautiful, Arno felt at peace.
He smiles without knowing why he smiles. 
No, he said it to himself. 
He knows why he is smiling. And he chuckles. These days, he felt his life was complete. He hopes these peaceful days will never end.
As both of them walks home, another peaceful day on the World Government is ending.
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In the aftermath of apocalyptic event, a man rises above the others to lead an era. 

With threat beyond the stars, as Supreme Beings of otherworldly star system watches over as Destiny and Fate work their way, an era of Gods descended upon Earth

And in his rise, lies a terrifying secret.  Read how he rises above it all, through all the complicated love life, his determination to push through his own fate and destiny and the Will that pushes him forward.

With all of this, could the Fate that was written be overturned? And will he truly rise to the top and survive?

A great battle for the fate of the Universe began.

This is the story of Lord Shadow.

"Eon Turf, Anhialtor of planets, He who destroy any planet without mercy if he met resistant. You truly are a legendary grade existing across the universe, everyone tremble before your name outside the Aslan empire and yet no one know your achievements in Aslan. How do you feel about it?".

The mysterious man recites Eon fame as he look straight into Eon's eyes without any hesitation in it.

"Your question is one of th best questions I had come across my life provided that, the situation you are in".

Eon look at the man as he find a tree and sit in front of it by supporting back as he continues.

"The answer for your question I feel glad that they don't know and the reason for that throughout my stay outside Aslan it feel terrible there, every being I encountered there tremble before me even before I become immortal. And in Aslan everything is like what I needed, that's peace☮️".

The man look at Eon in disbelief as he never expect such answer from the Anhialtor.

"So what's your name osmosian why do you come here and be specific I can detect lies".

"My name is Kevin Galet as for my objective you will never find out about it".

"I am giving you two options 
1st option tell me everything sincerely you will recieve a direct death,
2nd I will compel you to tell me everything and make you kill all your loved one or you anyone who had slightest attachment to you in you.
So choose what's your option".

Eon spread open two fingers indicating the number of options he has given.

"First answer me how did you found me?"

"You can see that the red hair girl can sense your presence but she ignore you. I have nothing to say to this cause the tremor I send already told me your position".

"Hmph.....stop faking it, I have a legendary grade concealment device which was enchanted by a powerful warlock".

As he said this he sees Eon get up from his position and walk towards him.

Standing in front of Kevin he raised his hand to his face level and suddenly trible tattoos began to form starting from his wrist extended straight to shoulder, the most interesting thing about these is that both the arms were having different tattoos.

"Kevin my friend you see I ain't only good at destroying stuff, I am also expert in creating also, like this tattoos the ink which it is made of is specifically enchanted which you might known to been known as WITCHCRAFT".

Kevin was throughly shock by what Eon had just told him, because anyone who is involve witchcraft was a maniac who only see other as their Lab rats.

"Well look here the tattoo in my left hand which apparently cover my left side of chest and abdomen (here's the site for reference https://goo.gl/images/sCpb4o) is a phoneix tattoo which requires very stringent control over procedure and at the right side is what I got from a old but very sexy witch Alzia Trombas and I love this tattoo name cause it really does what it tells 'All For One' aka AFO(https://goo.gl/images/gM6oY8)".

In the entire universe only handfull of organisations know about the witch 'Alzia Trombas' a witch who created many miracles and some even praise her to be a actual God. This was because every Empire in any universe come into mutual agreement that she had to stay away from all the politics of any universe, also even her home universe was in favoured of this decision.

"Okay I have changed my mind, I will keep link with your brain and dig every last information you have and then I will kill you, as you known too much".

Eon grabbed Kevin's head with his right hand and a mysterious force from the tattoo link him and Eon brain.

"Arhh..Ahahhhhhhhh....."

Eon stabilizes the link and started to go through all his memory. It took not more than few minutes for him to absorb all the details.

As the process was completed Eon was slightly tried but, Kevin was even worse as he had  fainted in middle of during the process while screaming.

'Well it's interesting you never get to see an millineium old fool and the most interesting things was the man in his memory. My main concern will be now that gauntlet that man was wearing I am sure that's infinity's replica'.

Suddenly a chaotic power start brewing within Eon and he release it upon Kevin who had already fainted in his arm.

*Splash*

Kevin not even get time to resist a iota of Eon's power as he gets converted into bloody fog, which absorb by Eon.

"I really miss such a delicious desserts".

He then chanted a concealment spell and the eye catching tattoos stared to vanishes from his hand.

"Okay, it's good now".

Eon check again if all the mark of tattoo concealed and scan the surrounding, as to not leave any clue. As soon as he confirms that there is none he vanishes from the site. 

"Knock""Knock"

As he approaches the car he knocked on the window twice.

"I am ready open the door".

A seductive voice come inside from the car.
Eon was having a helpless smile as he open the passenger door and let Rebecca out of passenger seat like a noble lady.

"My lady please let me escort you to my house".

Eon put his left hand forward and bow a little, he wanted to do Gentleman stance of European Culture but was not sure how it was so he lets the nature take it's course and offer a hand.

Seeing this Rebecca lets out a chuckle and place her right hand on his hand.

"It's my pleasure my love but, I am a tough woman to handle".

"Becca believed me I really like tough woman cause they are very rough at night".

Eon let go of all the formality and pull Rebecca in his arms as they wonder throughout her body.

"Well let's go inside the house it's not nice to make a lady wait outside".

As he said these he escort Rebecca inside the house. It was midnight and everybody was in the guest house of Turf's Resident. So no one see them coming in, except for one person who was sensitive of all, Sage.

Without meeting any trouble they entered Eon's bedroom and continues from where they have left.

A boy who has no ambition anymore in his life but a born of Immortals, gained immortality without any struggle and wants a peaceful life, but can he attain this peaceful full life he dreamed of or he will choose the path which will lead to his demise.

"That girl. Why can't I remember her face?" Hardin growled as his eyes opened like two flashlight beams. he couldn't even think of why: he couldn't recall anything. He barely remembered that she came to him and asked if he was free or not. But he could neither remember her face nor the conversation after that no matter how hard he tries. Not that he was drunk, he was completely sober. "Then why the hell?"

Peter who was driving the car jumped up at the sudden explosion of his voice. But the words that came out of Hardin's mouth did not fully register with him.

"Our great Prince has lost it finally?" Peter chortled, his shoulders trembled slightly. "Dude, did you really do that in that forest? I mean with whom? A girl or an animal?" He paused and took the time to laugh at his friend for a while. "Woah!!! Our prince has lost his virginity through one nightstand with a wild animal of the Purple forest." The name of the forest was: purple forest.

Hardin couldn't tolerate his friend's cheap sense of humour anymore, he will not buy it. "Shut up, Peter. You are so fucking annoying." He yelped as he tilted his head on the headboard slightly at his friend with a murderous glare in his eyes. "Why did he call you? Where is my driver?"

Peter shrugged. "I guess, he doesn't want your driver to find out about your one night stand with an animal...," He laughed. 

"Just Kidding. He called me if I know about your trace, I said I know. But I swear, I thought you stayed in the club with a sexy. I never thought you will spend a night with animals." He again teased his friend. But deep inside, he was curious about what happened. When he called him in the morning, he was in the forest and his voice didn't seem natural at all. He said all kinds of weird things like he met an accident yesterday but he wasn't hurt anywhere. Was it even possible?

Hardin, on the other hand, didn't bother his teases at all. He closed his eyes tightly and his thoughts started becoming tormentors to him. First the accident, then David, the missing soul or whatever. Now that girl. He was sure that waking up in that jungle, and the words written on the mirror has something to do with that girl. But the whispers and the blood, disappearance of the house? Did he see it right? Maybe he did, or maybe he didn't.

The sleek car cruised to the Royal Gate, running over the black tarmac so fast that the passing greenery became a hazy blur.

"What's happening there?" Peter gaped at the front as he pressed his feet on the brake. His sudden voice brought Hardin back to his senses from his deep thoughts.

Hardin didn't make a sound, he took a glance at his friend before turning his head at the front.

In front of the castle, there were at least hundreds of people. The crowd flowed down the wide courtyard. Their gazes were fixed in the same direction with a shocked and pale surface of their faces. In a hundred strong people, there wasn't a single smile or expression of pleasure. 

Hardin pushed the door of the car and it swung open with ease. He got off from the car and rooted there, trying to understand what happened there. From here, the only thing he saw was the edge long wooden beam. But the wooden beam was enough for him to understand that it's a ducking stool and the condemned people were getting punished.

He sighed deeply and through it, some people of the crowd got aware of the presence of their Prince. From one ear to ten ears, it spread to hundreds of ears. Shortly the crowd divided into two-part, making a way for him between them.

Though he didn't want to go there and see the scene, now that they have made the space for him, he couldn't just ignore.

"Give me just twenty minutes. I'll be back." Hardin said to Peter before he made his way forward through the space between the crowd. Now another crowd has created, it has occurred between the crowd itself to bow to the Prince.

Hardin didn't notice anything except the ducking stool. The ducking stool was located alongside the pond of the courtyard and the repeated duckings routinely proved fatal, the victim dying of shock or drowning.

The apparatus consisted of an iron armchair onto which the condemned people were strapped. One of them was a man around 30 and the other one was a woman. Hardin almost looked up at the woman but stopped himself as the expressions of the women in this crowd reflected in front of his eyes. She must be half-naked.

So instead, he looked at the guy. He was crying, begging for forgiveness. The troop and the hangman were whirling a rope around him with the chair that was attached to a long wooden beam.

Seeing the Prince, one of the white paladins who was standing near the stool came and bowed to him. "Your Highness, the guy is one of our headmen, the woman is a witch. They got married yesterday. And..."

"And if a human has the least relationship with an evil-power being, he gets cursed. slowly the entire kingdom gets cursed, And to stop this, he should be thrown out of the kingdom or should die no matter who he is!" Hardin completed his sentence. A long sigh escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze at the white Paladin. "I know, brother Jeff. But what's wrong with that woman's robe?"

"Suspected witches should be strip-searched to see if they had the devil's mark on their body, Your highness. It's the evidence that we can show to the generals." Brother Jeff explained.

Hardin nodded. "It's not about that witch. It's all about the women here who are humiliated by her. I can guarantee that if that woman or witch was covered properly, the women here would feel less awkward, half of the men would lose their interest and go back home. And your evidence. You are devoted to Jesus Christ. The generals trust you blindly with or without evidence. I think you should consider it."

"Sure. Your Highness." Brother Jeff bowed again and went to the other paladins. After a while, a servant came with a robe and wrapped it around the witch.

Hardin took a glimpse of the witch up on the armchair, she looks the same as other humans with a pair of dark eyes filled with resentments, her hair was long-midnight black flowing from her broad shoulder. Underneath her armchair, the paladins were making fire with some of their tricks.

But suddenly a heavy wind blew with a powerful passion, It sounded its mighty roar, making everyone shook in fear.

"Witchcraft. Witchcraft." The Paladins said one to another.

Seconds later, the rain started falling in torrents, the crowd of the courtyard had already run to their shelters, the place looked deserted now. 

Hardin didn't waste more time here. He walked into the rain, resisting its heavy waterdrops. He sent back all the servants who came with umbrellas. He liked this foreign feeling it was like the new rain of his new life.

He was already soaked when he stomped into the Qidan Castle. The servants ran to him with towels, he grabbed one and with that, he brushed the water away from his hair while he hurried his steps towards the hall where Queen Salena and Duke Elbert were discussing over something with their daughter Haley.

The entire hall went silent when Hardin entered with his white face flashed red and wet.

"I'm Home, Father." Hardin bowed to the duke and then to the Queen before he moved his expressionless gaze at the Princess, his step-sister. "What happened, Haley?" He asked, presuming the distortion of her expression. 

"You can't see what's happening?" Haley raised her brows, couldn't believe how can he look so normal.

Hardin shrugged calmly. "I'm not wiser."

"Some evil-power beings have started grounding here. You saw what's happening outside. It's truly a threat to us." Duke Elbert spoke tensely as he patted his son's shoulder.

Queen Salena scanned her son, and her eyes couldn't miss his drenched shirt. "Why are you all wet? Did you get drenched in the rain?" As Hardin nodded, she widened her eyes. "Why? What's wrong? You know you can't..."

"Mother, rain can't be a curse to someone. Rain is like grace to us."

"But... It's not for you..." Salena stopped in the mid-sentence as Hardin heaved a deep sigh and walked away, not giving attention to her words. "I need to get changed. Peter is waiting outside. We can't be late on the first day of college. Bye."

Haley shook her head. "He will understand when..."

"Shut up, Haley. Nothing will happen." Salena scolded her daughter. "He will be safe under my shadow."

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As soon as Hardin entered the college, the newcomers made a massive crowd although they were told from before that it's an institution so no need to mind anyone here. But who bothers? Some of them were staring at him as if they have never seen human beings before. Some of them were bowing to him, some were rooted in one place. 

Summarize: He has already made a MESS here Thank God, he had brought one of his bodyguards.

"So what happened there in the morning?" Peter asked Hardin in the way to their classroom.

"The same thing." Hardin always replies answers in short. He never utters a single extra word more than it needs. And now in the crowd, he felt breathless. It would be best if he could run to the classroom. 

Somehow, they were able to arrive at the class in time and managed to take two seats in the corner of the class.

About one hour later the first class ended. Hardin who was very attentive in the entire class scratched his throat and turned left to wake his friend up from his nap. "Dude. It's over." He kicked his leg under the table but he didn't seem to wake up.

He parted his lips to shout out his name but stopped as someone a yard behind from Peter hooked in his gaze. Though he couldn't see her face, her tattoos were enough to make him shiver, his words stuck.

The moon and the stars tattoos.

He froze for a while after catching sight of those tattoos on a girl's neck who was sitting three rows away from Peter. His brain threw him in the surface of inverted reflection.

But he was sure that he was has seen those tattoos before.

Everything that rose in his mind was inverted but the tattoos were conspicuous. Without wasting a moment further, he looked in the same direction but he'd already missed her. She was nowhere in this class.

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NAME: Unique Waters. RACE: Caucasian. SUPERNATURAL SPECIES: Unique. HEIGHT: 5'10.  TITLE: None. EYE COLOR: Brown. BODY TYPE: Tone. HAIR COLOR: Sandy Brown. SKIN COMPLEXION: Normal. BLOOD: Unknown.

~Unique~

Several Months Earlier.....
Location:  High School.


When my twin brother and I were around four years old, we found ourselves left on the front steps of the Landis Witch Covenant like some 'no contact groceries.' The witches took us in and had been caring for us ever since. They told my brother and me that we are supernaturals from the unique species. Very little is known about our species. Our race is so rare that we only number around a few hundred. The witches informed us that when we turn 18 years old, we will come into the knowledge of ourselves and our powers. Like pureblood vampires, who have different dark gifts, the same goes for the unique species. The only drawback is that we don't just inherit our powers when we turn 18; to gain our greatest gifts, we have to mate with our soulmate near the time or when we turn 18. That sounds awesome....right? Wrong.
You see, uniques' attract mates similar to werewolves; it's a mate scent. For uniques, it's a nonsexual scent given off when we are close to turning 18 years old, letting high ranking supernaturals nearby know that we are nearing our first mating cycle and coming of age. This mate scent that now covers our bodies is blowing in the air pursuing the nearest Alphas of four major supernatural races—the Lycans, werewolves, vampires, warlocks, and witches. The Demon and Spirit Wolf species vanished around 200 years ago. No one knows what happened to them. One day they were here; the next, they were all gone—a complete mystery. So, I don't expect an Alpha from either race to show. Yeah, I almost forgot witches and warlocks are the same species, witches are the females, and warlocks are the males.
After my brother and my scent assaults the smell glands of four Alphas, my twin and I will have to select a mate amongst them; if we select wrong, we only receive half of our powers. Sucks right? Well, it gets even worse, you see two of the four supernatural races are wolves: the werewolves and the Lycans, and no, they are not the same species just like lions and tigers are big cats, but they too are not of the same species, so is the same with Lycans, and werewolves. The truth is, I can't tell them apart. All wolves smell the same to me.
I hate both species, Lycan and werewolf. 'Why do I hate them?" you ask? The reason when I try to put it into words still gets stuck in my throat. It's been ten years since it happened, but every day it feels like it happened yesterday. Each day remains a struggle, and to speak on past horrors I find difficult to do, but you want to know why I hate wolves, so here it goes; I take a deep breath and say it. "I was raped by a rogue wolf when I was just a little girl, only seven years old."
"What is a rogue?" You seem to have a lot of questions. A rogue can either be a werewolf or Lycan, kicked out of their pack for whatever reason. Reasons for being banished are most likely breaking a pack rule, abnormal behavior, pissing off an Alpha or Head Beta. I'm no wolf, so I don't know all the reasons.
I do know the incident from ten years ago changed my twin and my life forever. But my hate is not focused on wolves; it extends to all supernatural and human males. My brother dislikes wolves, too, for what happened to me. Now, at the age of 17, my brother and I find ourselves proud a-sexual, meaning we are uninterested in sex or intimacy of any kind. Between the two of us, we only have one good friend apiece. I have no idea what my brother and I are going to do. The new scent covers not only our skin but also our hair, and it's only a matter of time before we are hunted by supernaturals and forced to mate.
I once was beaten into submission and forced to do painful and disgusting things that no child should be forced to do, no matter the species or race. Now I'm being forced again to open my legs to another male I don't want. My poor twin brother, who is still innocent, will be forced to mate, and most likely, he will have to mate with a male. Most Alphas and heads of supernatural clans, packs, covens, and covenants tend to be males; this means chances are a female Alpha coming to mate with my brother is highly unlikely; my twin will definitely be a bottom. My brother isn't gay, so yeah, this sucks all the way around for us both.
As I'm talking to you, I am running through the hallway late, as usual, my backpack barely hanging on my left shoulder. I seem never to be able to make it to class on time. It helps that I'm on the girls' basketball team, so I'm not out of breath from the sprint I'm doing as I am racing up a flight of stairs taking two steps at a time; I can see some of the facial expressions from the kids staring at me as I pass them whose hanging out on the stairs gossiping about who's fucking who, who's gay, the latest fashion and blah blah blah; high school kids seem to worry about stupid shit.
Oh, I almost forgot I'm a junior in a high school academy named 'Barack Obama High School Academy, after the first black United States President. This school has its fair share of werewolves, vampires, witches, warlocks, and maybe some other supernatural races mixed in this human school that I don't know about. Who the hell cares. Humans here have no idea that some of their classmates are supernaturals because humans believe that the stuff they read in books and in web novels about supernaturals is all made up.
Anyhow, the supernaturals don't know that my brother and I can tell them from humans. The witches have disguised our scent, so the supernaturals don't know that my twin and I are supernatural like them. The mating scent that now covers us starts to overtake the 'scent concealment spell' the witches casts on us to hide my brother and me from supernaturals. The 'sent concealment spell' makes us smell like humans, but the witch's spell weakens as the mating scent grows stronger with each day. Soon all supernaturals will know that my brother and I are not humans. Damn! I forgot to tell you my name; it's Unique, no sweethearts, my actual name is Unique. The witches gave me that name. Please don't ask me why they would name me after my race is beyond me. But I like it.
Let's talk about my looks, well, I'm 5'10", curly short, medium sandy brown hair. My eyes are dark brown, and I have tanned skin. As far as breast goes, I'm like totally flat-chested. I can go braless if I choose. I also got a matching flat ass. "Sis, you know I have a serious problem with the way you describe yourself." "Jeez, you damn near gave me a heart attack. The other person who decided to join our conversation is my twin, Rarely. He's the quiet twin.
And, yes, his actual name is Rarely. He is much shorter than me being 5'5. He has soft platinum blonde waist-length hair. Rarely, prefers to wear his hair in a long ponytail. He's very pale. I tell him all the time he needs to get some sun on his colorless ass. I can't forget Rarely's bedroom eyes. They are big and are bright blue. A blue that I have never seen before. His long eyelashes, thick brown arched eyebrows, and pink color plush lips only add to his beauty. His lips are not as big as Angela Jolie's but big enough that I see guys looking at them like they can envision my brother wrapping his full soft lips around their members.
I know his description makes him sound like he looks a lot like a girl, truth is he looks more like a model, and when I say model, I mean a female model.
Ok, 'fuck it,' he looks like a girl, there I said it. My twin brother can walk into any ladies' washroom and not get stopped. Meanwhile, I get the questioning looks.
"Sis," Rarely says as I leave his soft-spoken butt behind. He was running with me this entire time, but his legs are shorter than mines. Whatever he was going to say can wait till later.
I scream, "Bye bitch," at Rarely and he gives me the middle finger.
"If you're late one more time, you will be spending a couple of days in detention for sure." That's what Ms. Rey, my HomeEd teacher, promised me. And wouldn't you know it, I'm close to being late again, but I think I'mma make it this time. With my head down, finally making it to the third floor where my stupid HomeEd class is, looking at my cheap-ass version of an apple watch to check the time and my steps, 'CRASH!' My ass hit the floor hard; my backpack goes flying off my shoulder. "Fuck....," what the hell did I just run into?! From the floor, I look up into a pair of glowing green eyes attached to a fine ass guy with a killer smile to die for squatting in front of me, saying to me, "Mate."
"W-What wait, what did you call me? Mate." I am trying to grab my backpack and get up at the same time, and then I hear the guy's voice, "Did I say you could get up?! Stay there." His tone is aggressive. He smells of wolf. He is very muscular, and his chest is wide, so most likely an Alpha.
His eyes change color from a blue-greyish color to green. I have never seen a werewolf's eyes change to green they normally change to black, even red sometimes. I decide to stay put. I want to object to the guy's command, but Alphas are not known for giving second warnings. Besides, I'm almost sure I heard him call me "mate," but I can't be positive; I had just run into him full speed and may have heard him wrong.
"What is your name, Pup?" The blue-greyish-eyed guy askes me while calling me, 'Pup'. Yeah, he's a damn wolf.
"My name is 'Unique,' by that I mean my actual name that is on my birth certificate is the word Unique. Unique R. Waters and yours?" I extend my hand to shake his. I may not like wolves, but I still have manners. He pauses but never shakes my hand, not surprised! Since when have wolves ever had manners? It's not like I wanted his dirty paws on my hand anyway.
The wolf is still squatting. Focused completely on me, with a smug expression plastered on his face the entire time, "I just told you, 'mate.' That is what you will be calling me sooner or later. Might as well get used to it." he slowly rises, and I damn near have a heart attack. This sandy brown-haired guy is tall, ass hell! He has to be over 6 feet tall.
Tattoos cover his neck, arms, and hands. This guy even has tattoos on both sides of his head. The tattoos look hideous to me. Even-so I can't help but stare at the male's sculptured body. His tattoos may be ugly, but the man himself is not. I mean, he is wearing a tight short-sleeved tee-shirt that leaves nothing to one's imagination. The wolf's muscles are about to burst out of his tee-shirt that is doing very little to contain them. Even with the disgusting tattoos, my eyeballs can't stop drooling. And for me being an a-sexual, that is saying a lot.
Can you believe after he stands up, he walks off, leaving my flat ass sitting on the floor? He may be fine, but he is a total jerk. But what can you expect from a wolf? "...." Common courtesy. 'Please....' They have none. I get up, sling my backpack over my left shoulder, and head to my class. That was a weird first meeting. It's the mate scent. More will come.
The wolf is merely the first.
"You're late," is what I hear as soon as I enter my HomeEd class. This time I honestly did try to be on time. I'm sure Ms. Rey will not appreciate my reason for being tardy. Of course, she will assume that I'm lying once I explain the reason behind my being late, but you all saw I was trying. If it wasn't for that mangy mutt who stopped me, I'd made it. As expected, Ms. Rey didn't believe me. I take my detention citation from Ms. Rey's hand, leaving class to head toward the disciplinary office.

When I arrive at the disciplinarian's office, my hand starts to shake as I knock on the door before opening it. A single tear falls down my face as I think of the song, "Sometimes We Cry." The male inside turns to look at me, wearing a sadistic smirk at the same time he is unzipping his pants. I mumble under my breath as I close and lock the door.
I fucking hate wolves!
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AUTHOR NOTES
WEREWOLF: A Supernatural Species that shifts into two different forms, one humanoid the other a four-legged wolf. In wolf form, they can only run and walk on four legs. Werewolves resemble a regular wild wolf, but they tend to be bigger, stronger, more heighten taste, hearing, vision, smell, stamina, huge teeth and are much larger than a normal wolf. In wolf form, their eyes glow when the humanoid has lost complete control of their wolf.
*Sidenote* Pureblood Alphas and Betas have large wolves. Much larger than normal wolves. Normal Alphas, Betas, and Deltas wolves are also larger than that of a normal wolf.
LYCANTHROPE also known as LYCAN: A Supernatural Species that shifts into two different forms, one humanoid the other a two-legged wereman beast. In wereman beast form, they run on two legs. However, older, more powerful Lycan's have evolved to run or walk on two legs or use their two hands and both their two legs to run on with ease. In wereman form, wereman stand about 10 feet. They are very muscular, strong, have heightened taste, hearing, vision, stamina, and huge teeth. Wereman face is huge and resembles a three-way cross between man, wolf, and monster. Lycans are immortal.
WITCH: A human born through magic or born through parents who are both witch and warlock. Witches are female practitioners of magic and spells. They absorb magic from the world and things around them, manipulating them to fit their needs and purposes. Witches live the average age of a healthy, diseased, free human who has lived a full life.
Only High Priestess' Witches can live up to age 150. Warlocks, their male counterparts, are said to be equal in power. No one knows why the genders separated. Rumor has it that a power struggle between the genders took place. Both were wanting to be the Alpha of Magic. Witches believing the title is rightfully theirs because life originated through the female.
WARLOCK: A human born through magic or born through parents who are both witch and warlock. Warlocks are male practitioners of magic and spells. They absorb magic from the world and things around them, manipulating them to fit their needs and purposes. Warlocks live the average age of a healthy, diseased, free human who has lived a full life.
However, more evolved, stronger, more powerful warlocks can live up to age 200. Fifty years longer than that of a High Priestess Witch. Witches, their female counterparts are said to be equal in power.  No one knows why the genders separated. Rumor has it that a power struggle between the genders took place. Both were wanting to be the Alpha of Magic. Warlocks believing because they are males the title rightfully belongs to them. The witches disagreed.


The Chief was there, along with another unusual looking Goblin. This one was covered in blue tattoos and had piercings all over its wrinkly skin where it wasn't covered in rags. She wore a cuffed short sleeve jacket different from the rest of her clothing, much more finely made than anything else he'd seen the Goblins wear. The strange Goblin held up a staff covered in bones and small animal skulls.

"So, you have come at last..." she hissed from between missing and blackened teeth. "Ancient memory has been passed of your kind and yours from witch Goblin to witch Goblin for hundreds of generations, we always knew your evil never left this world. No matter, long have we been prepared." 

The witch Goblin produced an object from its rags, a wooden carving of a wolf with its head trapped in a cage.

"See your end Beast!"

Eerie purple and green lights began to form and swirl around the carving, spinning faster as thick white mist began to materialize amongst the tents.

"Yes, that's right, you stupid dog, soon you will be mine and I will make you pay for what you did to me. You will beg me for death!" cackled the Chief Goblin prancing around beside the witch while one hand held his face together.

Rain didn't like where this was going in the slightest and deemed it a good time to abandon the plan. The mist was swelling, enough to hide his escape perhaps. He turned to flee but the carving abruptly began to whine, sharp, like a wolf's howl. The witch gestured and the green and purple coalesced into a flame that exploded forward like a lightning bolt and struck Rain in a fiery blast of painful light and white mist. Green and purple fiery shockwaves rushed up and down his body, burning…

Well actually that wasn't the case realized Rain as he looked down at his body that was exactly the same and not burning or in pain at all, whatever that just was had done nothing to him, at least physically.

The mist gradually dissipated and he was left standing facing the pair.

"Excellent!" crowed the Chief.

The witch looked slightly puzzled but raised a hand. "Dire Beast you serve us now and you shall be the foundation upon which our tribe shall rise, our slave warrior. Come to me."

Rain remained standing.

"I said come, come before me."

Rain hesitated then stepped forward. He came to a stop in front of the pair. The Chief was practically slavering with glee.

The Chief pulled a knife from his belt. 

"I need payment for what he did to me, eye for an eye, well in this case more like eye for a lifetime of unending agony."

"Do not mortally wound it, I do not know of its ability, much has been lost to time about this creature. We have scant to go on."

"Of course, of course witchy, don't worry your little head, I've had plenty of practice cutting away bits a person doesn't need."

His knife wandered down until Rain felt it poking uncomfortably at his groin.

"No problem castrating it like we did to the big lug yes?"

"That... should be fine."

The Chief leered at Rain, his fucked up face making it all the more disturbing. 

"Let's see how much spunk you have in you without your bollocks hrmm?"

The Chief started to press the knife, but then Rain's paw flashed up and snatched it from his hand and rammed it up through the Chief's jaw into his skull.

The Chief flopped down dead.

The witch stared at the dead Chief, expression frozen in horror.

"Guess I'm not the Dire Beast." He gave her a wolfish grin.

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Rain is a survivor who got the short end of the stick in life. Reborn as a terrifying and dangerous monster everything changes and he has the chance to truly grow.

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It was dark and quite the only thing that you could see was a soul just wondering and murmuring 
to itself.

???:Stupid damn woman it's all her fault I hate her why did she do it I gave her everything why why why??!!!

(Flashback)

????: hey Luke I have to go home see you tomorrow 

Luke: See ya later Chloe(today was awesome I got to spend time with my girlfriend and we went to the fair,hung out with some friends and we were in bed😏😏😏😏😏😏😏)

And so they went there separate ways (the next day) Luke went to Chloe's house when he heard 
a loud a loud moan and saw Chloe in the window with some other guy naked having sex.

Chloe: yes daddy harder ohh!!!!!!!!

Luke was furious all that was in his head was why!! he yelled Chloe,she saw him and smiled then Luke barged in the house and went to her room and he saw the man had a six pack abs and tattoos 
Luke got mad and tried to punch the man witch he easily dodged and grabbed Luke's arm only to ask 
Chloe what to do with this pig.

Chloe: throw him away I have no use for him anymore.

The man threw Luke outside and broke his arms,legs,kidney,and rib's and threw him in an alley way with his dead cold body.

(Flash back end)

While Luke was wallowing there was a laugh witch he heard in the dark place witch Luke said who are you and the thing answered I'm what you mortal call god I watched what happened to you any way
let's get to the point I'll grant you some wishes and  you can come back to this world when you are strong enough and you only get 10 wishes

Luke wasted no time and started to wish

Luke: 1st wish is travel to different worlds by will
2nd is to be sun and moon combined from Pokémon(baby dragon able to evolve)3rd invincible system 4th is to have unlimited system currency 
5th to be a primordial dragon 6th to have everything in shop from multiverse 7th is to have human form 8th born in high school DXD dimensional gap 9th is to have a starter pack 
And 10th to have jade emperor abilities


God: granted!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Currently, there wasn't much output but I manage to scavage some power from the Dirk. That lust help kept my potions supply up, charge my crystals and kept the vault at its best. It was enough but I knew it's time to up the power.

"Tell me. Was this part of Madame Finex game? Is this her rituals? Could it be a job gone wrong or something? What were they doing that could not be done at Finex?" Ronnie asked cut right to the point. 

"No, it's not Finex." I said the truth. 

"I don't believe you," said Chester Richardson,

"If it was, this place would be clean up. No blood. We wouldn't waste blood like that" I said giving him a pointed look. "I know that if she did it you won't even know that they've done it. I am not too sure yet I need a little more information. I'm sure Knight will want to have a say. I am not happy about talking to him. He's dangerous." 

I mean you don't make a name for yourself it you weren't something. My aunts were the best example of that fact. Don't let their pretty face fool you, they are deadly. 

"Could it be a hit, gang thing or something?" Ronnie asked me not caring. 

"It's possible. But this feels amateurish to me so you should be worried that if it is this may end up an open case. If you know what I mean." I told her the truth but only half this time. 

The other half was that more bodies would be disappearing. It could get ugly. Not that I think it they would get away, there was Knight and the council. Either of them was effective. But in the open it may end up and open case. But since this was bigger than me or her, I made the decision easy. 

"Are you sure?" she asked with an undertone. 

"No, I'm not. It's something else I think," I said warily, "It really depends on what the tattoos mean but I can tell you that it's got a ritual text layered on it and that is no joking matter. It can really get ugly." 

"Mmph," Ronnie said not showing any interested in what I had to say. 

There were no visible tattoos on me, but I had them. To tell the truth I am cover with tattoos from head to toe. It just can't be seen because of the white ink and the size of the silk of a spider web so delicate and very painful to get but so worth it. 

When I was younger I found a tattoo shop that did intricate work and experiment. It started out in small tasteful designs but after nearly getting my head blown off I added more. My aunts encourage it helping to pay and adding spells to the design. In my early teens, I add more and more but the large chunk of it was added just before I was allowed to move out. Painful and expensive as it was I was lucky to have done it or I'd be dead many times over as there had been many attacks over the years. 

It was the way things were, the rich get richer and the powerful gets more powerful. The weak were left to die like I told you before being a witch is not cheap and is not safe.

A simple rebirth story. Finding love. Righting wrongs.

The cold sea winds blew.
It was the coldest time of the year. It wouldn't get warmer until February of the next year. Soran took Vivian to the pirate ship. Wondering if it was only in his head, Soran felt that Vivian was a little quieter than yesterday. The little girl held his fingers with her little hands, and occasionally looked at him and smiled. This made Soran think about their time at Amber City when Vivian liked to hold his fingers like this.
The pirate ship was filled with scary-looking pirates, but they were all shocked at the arrival of a little girl!
No one dared to ask too much.
They had already been scared straight by Soran. In the whole Shipwreck Bay area, the reputation of the Throat-Cutter had spread far and wide. Maybe it was because she had experienced a lot along the way—the little girl looked at these fierce pirates calmly, but occasionally she would look at their tattoos curiously. Pirates liked tattoos because they wanted to be recognized after their death.
The warship quickly left port Tylon. Soran didn't tell his crew where they were going but just told them to head out.
The pirates were confused but still listened to his orders!
"Big brother!"
Vivian who was looking at the sea. Her hair blew in the wind, looked at Soran with a smile and asked, "Can I fish?"
Soran smiled and answered, "Sure. But you'll probably encounter sharks in this region!"
"Okay!"
The little girl's eyes brightened and she clapped her hands, "I'll get a great white shark!"
Soran was somewhat taken aback.
He ordered others to bring the iron hook. Naturally, they couldn't use ordinary methods to deal with sharks. They had to attract them with blood and ordinary fishing rods were useless in this case; they had to use other fishing tools. Unfortunately, this pirate ship doesn't have any. But it was easy for Soran to get a shark. He hung a piece of meat on the hook, and then asked Vivian, "why did you change into a white skirt today?"
"Hmm?"
The little girl watched with excitement as Soran worked, then she spun around and said, "Vivian likes two dresses, one white and one black. Do I look good?"
"Yes," Soran smiled and nodded.
The little girl smiled and acted naturally.
The ship continued.
After some time, he ordered the sails to be raised. After looking at the sea for some time, they set sail again, approaching the more dangerous deep-sea area. The other pirates were worried; they were worried about encountering sea monsters, but they didn't dare to disobey Soran's orders. There were many sea monsters and other sea creatures around the deep-sea region; that was why the fleet must pray for the blessing of gods before sailing.
Northern tower.
A gorgeous woman came to one of the many tall towers in the north. This was a very old wizard tower. It had a longer history than many towers in the north, it was also the only well-preserved wizard towers since the arcane empire. The whole wizard tower was shrouded in special energy. Ordinary people would not want to get close to it, they might not even see it. The gorgeous woman knelt in front of the gate of the tower, and then lowered her head humbly.
A sigh was heard from the tower.
Then the doors to the tower were opened. The gorgeous woman had a surprised look on her face and quickly went into the tower.
At the top of the tower.
An old woman was sitting on the astrological platform. Her hair was white and the most striking thing was that her pupils had almost become white. There was no clear distinction between the sclera and the contours of her pupils. She looked up at the gorgeous woman coming out from behind the door, sighed softly and said slowly: "Corinne. Have you not given up yet? "
The woman lowered her head and said, "Honourable Eye of the North!...I...I'm not satisfied!..."
The old witch, who seemed blind, shook her head and sighed, "with your talent, if you were not obsessing about the power beyond yourself, you may have already entered the realm of legend. I banished you to Whiterun hoping you would change your ways; hoping you would be able to take my place. But I didn't expect you to not give up for so many years! "
"Even your daughter will be stronger than you soon. I'm truly disappointed!"
The gorgeous woman showed an unwilling expression and murmured, "I don't want to!... I am not willing to give up!... In the beginning, you said that as long as I could study this knowledge, I would be able to master the power of the arcane empire!... To find out its mystery, I have already lost my daughter! I have given my youth! And had practically lost everything! How could I give up now!... "
Eye of the North sighed and said slowly, "So what if you understood its secrets? It was because the Arcanist, who was obsessed with power and knowledge, that destroyed their great empire! They destroy themselves, trying to influence those forbidden realms! "
"You've lost your way in search of power."
"I only see destruction on you; even after you're done with your research, you'll only bring about destruction to yourself!"
The gorgeous woman clenched her teeth and said with a pale face, "Is that my fate? Is that why you don't support me anymore? And banished me to Whiterun? "
The old witch said nothing but had sadness in her eyes.
"Why?!"
Tears fell, and the gorgeous woman in front of her began to cry. This was a rare sight. She stood up angrily and said in a sharp voice, "why? Since you have seen my fate, why do you only tell me now? "
The old witch did not answer her and only lowered her head.
The gorgeous woman looked at her coldly, then turned around. In a cold voice, she said, "you too want that power? You know I can't succeed, but I still hope to solve the secret! "
"I won't give up."
"If I am fated for destruction, then I'll welcome destruction with open arms."
The gorgeous woman chanted a forbidden language, then her skin began to change; her fair skin turned dark blue, and finally to a strange white color again. The old witch was shocked, and then murmured, "you... have already... "
The gorgeous woman looked at her coldly and said, "That's right. Since I'm seen as an evil person and would be sent to hell after my death; what's the difference if I become like this earlier?"
She turned and was ready to go out.
However, at that time, the old witch suddenly opened her mouth and told a story slowly, "it was said that before the birth of the twins of destiny, everyone's destiny was controlled by the goddess of fortune. She would toss the gold coin of fate which represented a person's future. Some were positive, some were negative. However, there were also very special people; when the goddess of fortune threw their gold coin, the gold coin would stand straight. "
"The fate of this kind of people cannot be controlled by the gods; they were said to be freer than many gods!"
"Fate would change all the time."
"I am only able to see one side of the coin of fate. If you do not want to give up, then you'll have to search for people who are free from the control of fate. If you help this kind of person, then your fate might change as well."
"As for your success or failure, no one would know!"
The gorgeous woman was less tense; she bowed slightly and swiftly left.


He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him.

Soran will have to grow stronger while avoiding the upcoming dangers and protect his younger sister, Vivian, from the chaotic times which will soon devastate the world. He shall eliminate everything and everyone that threatens them, but perhaps Vivian might not need his protection?

When the demons of the Abyss rise and the gods fall, a massacre will take place across the world.

Divinity has fallen, and evil is surging from beneath.

The Time of Troubles has begun.



Hiraeth
A homesickness for a home you cannot return, the yearning and grief for a lost place in your past.
"What's the mark of The Gifted?" I asked. Romeo shuffled awkwardly besides me, giving his father a pointed look.
"Dad those are just tattoos, anyone can get them," I glanced down at my forearms where I had a matching marking on each.
"No, it's clearly a mark from the Goddess herself," Diego snapped back.
"A witch I met in the forest did them for me," Romeo raised a brow at his dad, as if saying he was right but Diego scoffed, turning back to me.
"A witch? And who was this witch?" He asked.
"Her name is Diana and that's all I know," I shrugged. Despite her and I growing close in the last two years I had known her, she was a private woman and didn't reveal anything about herself. "I'm not even sure she's a witch, I just assumed," I frowned, only now realising how a lot of things about her didn't add up.
"And her name was Diana you said?" Diego looked like the triumphant one now, his smile smug as he looked at his son.
"Yes, is that supposed to mean anything?" I asked.
"And who named you Artemis?" He asked, ignoring my question.
"Diana did," I remembered the first day I had met her. I had been in a rough state, hardly intelligible and mostly feral as a result of being alone most my childhood. I shook away those dark thoughts.
"Like I said, you bear the mark of The Gifted," Diego repeated.
"The Gifted are a select few rare individuals, handpicked by the Moon Goddess herself. They are given gifts, often extra powers. These powers can range from advanced senses to control over the elements. There's no real limit to what they can be and depend on the individual,"
"Why does the Moon Goddess give people these gifts?"
"Well no ones completely sure, but I have a book you need to read about The Gifted," he got up and reached over for a book at the top of a pile near the door. He carefully handed it to me as I inspected it.
The book itself wasn't anything extraordinary. It was slightly thin with brown leather covers and slightly faded writing.
The words however, weren't in a language I could recognise, but I could still somehow understand what it said.
"What language is this?" I asked, watching as the letters almost swam before my vision yet somehow make perfect sense to me.
"It's Celestian, an ancient but sacred language," I nodded, closing the book and looking back at his expectant face.
"Why do think I'm a Gifted?" He gave me a knowing look.
"Well for starters, your name,"
"Which one?" I asked. "Cynthia or Artemis?"
"Both," I furrowed my brows. I felt like my head was spinning with all this information and making me slow.
"They both have the same meaning;  they are both names of the Moon Goddess. They are just derivations," He explained.
"Both of your names were given to you by the Moon Goddess herself. Your mother saw her in a dream before you were born and was told to name you that. And this woman named Diana you met can't be a witch, that name is sacred amongst most species,"
I couldn't believe he was saying that the old woman I knew who healed me and saved me was the goddess herself.
"And those tattoos, they would burn a normal werewolf and wouldn't stay on their skin. Those marking are too powerful," I just listened to him, letting it all sink in.
"Dad I think that's enough for now," Romeo spoke up.
"Oh yes yes it's late. I don't want to hold you for too long," he muttered to himself, checking his watch.
"But I have so many questions," I protested, pushing away my exhaustion. I had finally found my family, people I could call my own and come home to. I was not letting them go.
"Don't worry. I'll see you soon, I'll send Romeo again," I nodded, standing up as they did. Diego pulled me into a tight hug, holding me for a while before letting go.
"You're really my uncle then?" He nodded, stroking back some of my hair.
"I'll see you soon Uncle," I smiled. Romeo guided me out the door and we walked back to the pack house.
"So are you my only cousin?" I asked.
"I'm not sure about your dad's side but yeah," he shrugged.
"And my parents, there dead aren't they?" I had this feeling that they were. I never suspected they were alive and as a result, never looked for them or any family I might have had. Not that I would have known where to find them.
"Yeah. Our pack was attacked by hunters. Thankfully they are mostly eradicated and are no longer a threat," he looked ahead into the distance, his jaw clenched.
Although I had never met my parents, I still felt a deep sense of grief wash over me. I wondered what kind of people they were, what kind of parents they would have been to me, and what kind of person I would be. I wished for that sense of belonging and comfort only they could provide.
I shook myself from my thoughts. There was no point dwelling on all the what ifs.
"And this pack accepted you?" I asked.
"Sort of. They don't really like outsiders but since we did nothing wrong, they accepted us because my dad was a doctor and I'm a warrior," he shrugged. We stopped before the pack house, looking up at the tall structure for a moment.
"Well I'll see you soon," I pulled him in for a quick hug and bid my goodbye. He soon disappeared back into the darkness of the forest, the pitch black of the night hiding him.
I snuck back into the house, my heels in one hand and silently made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly slipped inside my room, closing the door before turning around.
I almost jumped in fright at the large figure sitting on my bed.
Aurelius sat on my bed, his face contorted in anger and eyes stormy. My own heart pounded in my chest as I tried to give him a small smile.
"Where were you?" He growled.
"I was out on a walk," I shrugged, looking away and putting my shoes back in the wardrobe. As I turned back around to face him, I was startled by his sudden proximity, his body brushing mine.
"Don't lie to me. Why do you smell like men?" I frowned, deciding against answering. I wasn't sure why I wanted to keep my uncle and cousin a secret but I did. I didn't trust him.
"I was talking to some people. I hugged them. That's it," I snapped, pushing past him. He grabbed my arm, twisting me around and shoving me against the wall. He pressed his body against mine and grabbed my other hand, holding them both above my head in one of his.
"Remember who you're talking to, Mate," he growled. He dipped his head to my neck, trailing his nose from ear to my nose. I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to moan.
I couldn't help the gasp that escaped when I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. He began trailing sloppy, open-mouth kisses along my throat and neck, and stopped where my neck met my shoulder.
He paused and I fought my hands out of his grasp but he tightened them. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to avoid falling.
As I opened my mouth to protest I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin. A loud moan escaped my parted lips as pleasure and pain mixed and coursed through my veins in a dizzying mix.
Responding to moan, he pushed his hips into mine and I felt his hardened bulge at my center. He ground into me, giving me that much needed friction while he licked the blood off my neck and sealed the bite wound.
He pulled his face away from my neck and I whimpered at the loss of contact. His eyes were dark, swirling with his anger and lust and his canines glinted a bright red, his mouth smeared with my blood.
"You're mine and I will never let you leave," He roared.
A blissful feeling erupted from my neck, spreading through my body. Everything around me became hazy and unfocused and soon, I fell into unconsciousness.


Artemis was content living alone. She was practically raised by the forest and was happy with being a rogue.

However, an encounter with one of the most ruthless packs and their alpha shakes her and leaves her questioning her identity and purpose in life.

"Remember who you're talking to, Mate," he growled. He dipped his head to my neck, trailing his nose from ear to my nose. I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to moan.

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped when I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. He began trailing sloppy, open mouth kisses along my throat and neck, and stopped where my neck met my shoulder.

He paused and I fought my hands out of his grasp but he tightened them. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to avoid falling.

As I opened my mouth to protest I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin. A loud moan escaped my parted lips as pleasure and pain mixed and coursed through my veins in a dizzying mix.

Responding to moan, he pushed his hips into mine and I felt his hardened bulge at my center. He ground into me, giving me that much needed friction while he licked the blood off my neck and sealed the bite wound.

He pulled his face away from my neck and I whimpered at the loss of contact. His eyes were dark, swirling with his anger and lust and his canines glinted a bright red, his mouth smeared with my blood.

"You're mine and I will never let you leave," He roared.

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