Reborn: the hybrid witch

Sometimes death is also a type of freedom. Seeing humanity going from ruling the world to being slave, turning into a thing that can be used and abused on it’s owner’s will is enough to break the soul of people. I have been through all that and more but still survived. Apparently it took only one person’s betrayal to break me and my soul. MY Mother.

Now I’m back. Back to the time where everything is normal. World is normal. Nothing started yet. But, by the looks of it I’m not normal, not even the least bit. I may not be human but I’m not heartless. After being through all that’s going to happen to the whole humanity, let’s see what can be changed.





It’s my first time writing and my original story, not plagiarised or translated. So the COPYRIGHTS are also mine. Don’t post it somewhere else please.
Picture is not mine but to related party.