Juiceypen

Elara is the last of her kind a hybrid born of forbidden bloodlines, half-werewolf, half-witch. Raised in secret by a powerful but reclusive witch, she’s spent her life hiding her true nature from a world that would rather see her dead than alive.

But when a fateful betrayal leaves her protector slain, Elara is forced into a brutal and divided world, where witches, werewolves, and humans fight for dominance. As whispers of an ancient prophecy arise one that speaks of a hybrid destined to bring balance or destruction Elara becomes the ultimate prize and the greatest threat.

Haunted by her past and hunted by creatures who see her as a weapon or a curse, Elara must embrace her dual nature to survive. Along the way, she forms an unlikely alliance with a mysterious stranger, who has secrets of his own and an unsettling connection to her destiny. Together, they will navigate treachery, forbidden love, and the unyielding pull of the prophecy that ties their fates together.

As war brews between nations and loyalties are tested, Elara must uncover the truth of who she is and what she’s meant to become. Is she the savior destined to unite the warring factions, or the force that will end them all?

With danger lurking at every turn, Elara faces a perilous journey of survival, self-discovery, and sacrifice where the ultimate cost might just be her humanity.

Help! I'm the Last of my Kind

The words echoed in my mind as the forest blurred past me. My feet pounded the earth, every step a plea to the gods to keep me alive. The icy wind bit at my skin, and the scent of burning wood filled the air behind me. They were coming.

I didn't dare turn to see the flames engulfing the only home I'd ever known. The witch who had raised me who had loved me as her own was gone, her final act a spell that had flung me into the wild.

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to stop. I couldn't afford to mourn. Not when the witches who had betrayed us were hunting me. Not when they believed I was the key to a prophecy that could reshape our world.

The last hybrid. The last of her kind.

Every creature feared what I was, and yet, none of them truly understood me. A part of me didn't understand myself. I didn't know what made me so dangerous or why my existence threatened centuries of hatred and bloodshed between witches and werewolves.

The howls came next, sharp and scary. They pierced the night like a blade, and I stumbled, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

They were closer than I thought, their speed like that of a lightning bolt. But witches weren't far behind, their magic seeping into the air like poison. I was trapped between two enemies, each wanting a piece of me.

"Please, not like this," I whispered to no one, my voice barely audible over the sounds of pursuit.

The moon watching me as I tear apart mentally.

Then I saw a clearing up ahead, and in its center, a strange figure stood still as stone.

Chapter 1 : Elara's POV