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 scent of wolves thickened in the air.

Panic tightened around my chest, but I forced myself to stay still, listening. The stranger I had met moments ago had vanished like a shadow, leaving me alone. I didn't know if he was a threat or just another mystery in my already chaotic life, but I had bigger problems now.

The cold night air burned my lungs as I pushed forward, my bare feet barely making a sound against the forest floor. The witches had always trained me to move like a ghost silent, unseen but I had never been hunted like this before.

A growl echoed behind me, too close.

I pushed harder, weaving through the trees, my mind racing. Think, Elara. You know these woods.

Then I saw it a fallen tree, thick and rotting. Without hesitation, I dove beneath it, pressing myself against the damp ground. I curled in on myself, slowing my breath, willing my scent to blend with the earth.

Seconds later, dark figures moved past me.

Not just any wolves,THEM.

Their presence sent a chill through me. They weren't mindless hunters. They were tracking me.

I stayed frozen, barely daring to blink. My heart slammed against my ribs as they sniffed the air.

One of them, a massive black wolf with scars along its side, halted.

I clenched my jaw. Move on. Move on.

But then, just as I thought I was safe, he turned his glowing amber eyes locking directly onto mine.

Chapter 3: Run or Die