Yaretzee's pov
I'll never forget the day where I was knee deep in blood and my breath was heavy and I was slowly starting to lose my vision...

My whole life has been about who's who and what people's lives really mean. I'm not just one thing. I'm something dangerous, but beautiful at the same time. All my life I've been trying to make a difference to show people that I'm not a monster, that I'm not a disgrace, but instead people try to kill me for money or simply just to try to get rid of me.

My life started when my grandad also know as John Carter made a type of potion that can turn humans into wolves. You see, my grandad hated the thought of humans not being able to protect themselves so he studied wolves. When he was young his father had brutally killed his mother in front of him and so he ran away. Ever since then, wolves took him in, as if he was family to them. There was only one specific wolf my grandad studied simply because he thought they were the same in personality. So my grandad named the wolf firestar. Now back to the potion. Once my grandad made it, he made firestar drink it, but nothing happened. My grandad simply just thought he needed to find more solutions, so he thought It'd be best if he left the pack to go explore some more answers. He said his goodbyes and gave firestar one last hug, in the process firestar had sneezed on my grandad, but he simply just laughed and stroked firestar's ear and left.

About 10 years later my grandad was already 20 years old and he had been experiencing incredible things. One day on a winter night my grandad had went outside without a coat accidentally, but he soon noticed that he did not feel cold at all. All he felt was warmth, as if an invisible barrier had been around him. He soon questioned himself and wondered if there was anything else his body had to hide. A few weeks later my grandad found something else.

He was going for a run around the forest when he was being chased by a coyote. Then out of nowhere his speed increased by maximum. Once he was away from the coyote's sight he had laughed in amazement of being able to run that quickly. Another week had passed and my grandad was very stressed, with tremendous thoughts that were clouding his head. So he went ahead and punched a metal bar that he had beside him and it snapped in half.

My grandad stood up and smiled wickedly. He had known his potion had worked, he was a wolf. But there was more to that. Wolves posses anger and structure from the ground, so not only was he a wolf, but he was also a demon. Wolves have strength yes, but not to the point where they can break a metal bar. So a virus had spread making half the human race angels demons and vicious animals. My family in particular were wolves.

So five years had passed, since my grandad had found out that he was a wolf. He was walking around in the forest when he had noticed the most beautiful woman. She was dancing while light rain was pouring down on her face. He had walked up to her, while taking her hand he smiled. She smiled back at him and took his hand with glee. It was at this moment that my grandad knew that he was in love.

Soon enough they were going on dates and enjoying each others company. They loved each other so dearly that everyone around them were jealous of them for being such a perfect couple. Years passed and they ended up having a child together. Still through thick and thin they vowed to protect each other every step of the way.

They found out that they were having a baby boy, and ended up calling him Ernesto. Ernesto wasn't exactly a troublesome baby. He was quiet most of the time and never said a word, and he was too shy to talk to anyone, or even make friends for that matter. Ernesto didn't believe in violence. The only thing he believed in was getting good grades, and having a good attitude. Soon Ernesto was already ten years old.

My grandad was doing the dishes, while his wife was picking up the table. Once he was done with the dishes he had gotten a phone call. When he answered his heart had dropped to the ground. People had found out that his wife was an angel, and said that if he didn't give her up his whole family would die. He hung up and had told his wife the bad news. She smiled while she hugged my grandfather. She told him to take Ernesto and leave. My grandad disagreed and said he would fight for her till the very end, but she said that no matter what happens that him and Ernesto will always have her in their hearts, and that they should leave while they still had the chance. My grandad cried, while holding his wife gently. She wiped his tears, and told him one last thing. She said that no matter what happens she wanted my grandad to make sure that Ernesto always fought no matter what, but to keep having a kind heart as the years go by. My grandad promised and kissed his beautiful wife one last time.

The next day was the most painful day of all. My grandad had walked outside to find a bunch of men waiting. That's when Ernesto stood by his father and watched them with wide eyes. His wife walked outside smiling widely and she quietly whispered the word "run" my grandad had quickly grabbed Ernesto and carried him out of the house. While Ernesto looked back he saw his mother getting shot in every way possible, blood slowly pouring out of her. Ernesto cried silently, and swore on his life that he would avenge his mother's death.

~present time~

Still yaretzee's pov
I was breathing heavily, while I coughed out huge amounts of blood. Looking up I glared at my merciless father. "how do you expect to be a demon if you still can't fight like one?" my father said glaring at me. I coughed out more blood "I don't know. When are you gonna start treating me like a daughter rather than a body bag?" I said.

My father sighed impatiently and picked me up by my collar. "let's try this again. This time you better be focused you brat."
My dad got in a fighting stance, while I was still wiping the blood off my nose. "now give me your best shot." he said glaring at me.

I quickly got in a fighting stance and started running towards him. His eyes only focused on my eyes as a cold chill runs down my body. I did a backspin kick and managed to land it on his nose, Then I went for a punch and landed it right on his jaw, finally I tried crossing my legs around his neck to flip him but he caught my waist and slammed me straight to the ground.

I coughed out more blood and breathed heavily as he just stared down at me in disappointment. "you're a disgrace to this whole family, you know that?" he said glaring at me. I glared back. "well I'm sorry I'm not your perfect little demon, but I have a life too you know, I'm not just some object." "well when you learn to be a warrior instead of a wimp you will still remain as a disgrace." he then walks away.

I slowly get up and slouch in pain. My dad seems like the type of person that likes hiding his feelings from everyone. He has a past but that's all I know from him. I don't know why he hits me, or why he trains me so much. I don't know his intentions, but I can tell you right now I don't really appreciate being hit a bunch of times.

I went over to my mom so she could heal me up, and we ended up having a deep conversation. I gotta admit it helps to have an angel as mother sometimes. The only thing bad about it is that I have a demon as a father, and everyone in nightmare city sees me as a disgrace just because I'm a half breed of both. So it's good having a mother that understands.

After she was done healing me up, she kissed me on the head and told me not to worry anymore. I gave her a warm smile and agreed with her. Though it sucks sometimes having a demon as a father, it's good to have a mother by your side through it all. It's just so easy to talk to an angel mother you know?

I was born as a half breed, which is extremely rare for anyone in the world. The thing is though is that people in nightmare city don't take half breeds very well. They think I'll kill innocent people for pleasure. I'm not like that though. I help people that need it, but I gotta admit I have a dark side when I'm angry. I only get angry when someone threatens my family or my friends. Though, I may be a wolf and a half breed of angel and a demon I'm not harmful, unless I need to be.

In the outside world though I'm an 11 year old human that goes to school and smiles everyday. I never frown in front of my friends, because I want them to be as happy as I am. So I smile and help them when they need it. That's not all to my story though there's more.

There's this girl I've been trying to find all my life, but have not succeeded. She was my best friend. The one I saved and I've been searching and looking for but I've had no luck finding her. She was a demon like me, but she was sweet and loving. I hope to find her. The last thing I promised to her was to save her again from the horrid world and I'm willing to die to keep that promise.

Hey guys akaweirdgirl here. I'm so sorry I am extremely late with this story. I've been dealing with some stuff but now it's summer and I'm hyped. So yes I restarted this book and also the her hero and his angel book so relax sit back and enjoy the story. Later my weirdos. 💘✌