Literature
Eternal Love Of The Twilight
The night was as black as coal, with winds cold as ice sending shivers down my spine. I longed to see him but I couldn't for fear he would be killed because of me. My clothes were torn and covered with blood from the battle that had taken place just moments ago. A large gash, from my shoulder to the base of my wrist, was still weeping with the bright red tears of blood. Our song was playing in my mind, reminding me of the happiness that had existed before I embraced my power
the power of a vampire-werewolf half-breed. My mother was a pureblood vampire, my father a purebred werewolf.
I loved them both very dearly