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The kingdom of Uvazar is divided into four factions.

Werewolves rule the forests.

Sirens rule the waters.

Witches rule the lands, while fighting with the wolves. The sworn enemies.

And when the night falls, and the day dies, the dead comes to life to cause havoc in the lives of all the above. The Vampires. The tricksters. The fearless of them all.

But the ones to rule them all are Hybrids.

We call them The Royals.

The centuries of mating had made them superior to all. The strongest part of all the groups is them. They are limitless. They are gallant. The warriors. The alpha of the alphas.

They can't be killed. They can't be fooled. Their power knows no bounds.

The protectors of Uvazar.

They are the Gods.

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But the Gods too have flaws. A weakness of sorts.

The Royals of Uvazar are no different.

Their weakness is the heart.

It doesn't feel the way a normal heart does.

It doesn't beat the way a normal heart does.

Even the blood it pumps is not as red as others.

It's darker than red and lighter than black.

The most beautiful creature in the world but also the ugliest.

The power that makes them the strongest also torments them to their bones. They are the craziest. The angriest. They are the beast.

They are also the ones we all fear.