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The Hybrid

Author: D.Aeris
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-19 17:46:31

Rian’s POV

The book was ancient, its leather cover cracked and worn, yet it hummed with a strange warmth beneath my fingertips. I had returned to the hidden library alone after Mira had gone to fetch more cookies. My fingers traced the sigil etched into the spine—an ornate symbol that matched the one from my vision. A twisted crescent, a serpent coiled in silver ink, and a starburst I somehow knew was not from this world.

“The Sigma Mirror,” I read aloud, the name sending a ripple of energy through the air.

The pages were fragile, written in old tongues I couldn’t read until suddenly, I could.

My vision blurred for a moment, then shifted. The words realigned themselves, as though welcoming me. Inviting me. Explaining who I was.

Hellhounds. Witches. Hybrids lost to time. A power both feared and desired. They are born of broken bloodlines—half beast, half magic.

I blinked.

No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t a witch. I was just… broken. Abandoned. An omega wit
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