Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate

** Slight

n Year

st of mankind, a woman stood in front of a cy

d to a giant life-supporting electrical machine outside the glass tank. You can

tank and was no more than seventeen years of age. She had long dark b

ks of pieces, and someone had the painsta

looked almost l

and by her wrist. Her other hand was stitched together by her shoulder

stomach was stitched together by her waistline, and a long stit

across her eyes, nose, an

ime, continuously stroking the tan

ike forever, the ai

arm and comforting embrace, she exhaled, straightened her sh

eer when she whispered venomously before exiting, "I will AVENGE you,

the porcelain tiles as she strutted out

it would take because she was

o ( Seven years bef

n Witch, and you are from one of the most powerful bl

, just as strong or even st

, I would have, please Martha!" Athalia begged for the wit

too strong." Only two months old, her voice faltered. A s

she has been exhibiting tremendous powers. It must be con

e needed Martha to do this one deed, and if she did

mind stray into a tra

ecause of the magic it entail. However, Athalia was one of her c

me, mixed in with love, jealousy, insanity, greed, and a need for revenge. Take a