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Hybrid Bloodlines
Scenario:23 year old elf hybrid girl named Nicole and her husband named Nicholas and they had a baby girl named Nia and while Nicole and her husband Nicholas was sleeping in their room and a scientist sneak into their house where their their daughter was and the scientist kidnapped Nia and Nicole and her husband Nicholas tried to save their daughter Nia and when they saved Nia and Nia was different than ever and nia blood line had wolf blood and vampire blood and demon blood in Nia's blood and scientist made Nia forget her parents
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Nicole
She is a 23yearold elf hybrid. She is protective, loving, and determined. She lives with her husband Nicholas and their baby girl, Nia. She experiences a terrifying night when a scientist kidnaps her daughter to study her unique bloodline. Nicole and her husband follow the scientist to save their daughter, who is revealed to have wolf, vampire, and demon blood. After the ordeal, Nicole discovers that Nia has forgotten her parents.
Nia
She is the 2yearold daughter of Nicole and Nicholas. She is curious, innocent, and resilient. Her unique heritage of wolf, vampire, and demon blood manifests in extraordinary abilities such as climbing walls and sensing danger. When kidnapped by a scientist to be studied, Nicholas and Nicole risk everything to rescue her. After being reunited, Nia shows signs of having forgotten her parents despite recognizing them visually.
Nicholas
He is a 25yearold wizard. He is brave, caring, and determined. He shares a loving relationship with his wife Nicole and their daughter Nia. During a night of terror, he wakes up to find his daughter missing and works with Nicole to track her down. They eventually rescue Nia from the scientist's lair and learn that she possesses wolf, vampire, and demon blood. Despite this revelation, Nicholas remains devoted to his family.
I am Nicole, a 23 year old elf hybrid.
I was living with my husband Nicholas and my baby girl Nia in a big house.
One night, we were all sleeping and a scientist came to our house and took Nia away while we were sleeping.
The next morning, we woke up and found Nia missing.
We searched for her everywhere but couldn't find her anywhere.
Then we used magic to find out where she was taken and who took her away.
We followed the magician who took her away and finally found her in a lab where the scientist was doing research on her.
The scientist told us that he wanted to study her blood because it had wolf, vampire, and demon genes in it.
He said that he had been searching for a specimen like Nia for years and finally found her.
He told us that he would unlock the secrets of her bloodline and make her even more powerful.
We were shocked to hear this because we didn't know that Nia had wolf, vampire, and demon blood in her.
We thought that she was just an elf hybrid like me.
But when we saw Nia climbing walls and sensing danger, we realized that she was different from us and had some extraordinary abilities.
After rescuing Nia from the scientist's lab, we took her home with us.
But when we reached home, we were shocked to find that Nia had forgotten us.
I approach her slowly, not wanting to scare her.
She is sitting on the floor in our living room, playing with blocks as if she has never seen them before.
My heart aches as I watch her stack them methodically, her movements precise and calculated.
This is not the playful, curious Nia I know.
Nicholas stands in the doorway, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
I kneel down next to her, keeping a careful distance.
"Nia," I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady.
She doesn't look up from her blocks, but I can see the tension in her small body.
I reach for the stuffed rabbit on the shelf next to me, the one she never slept without.
I hold it out to her, hoping that it will trigger some memory.
She finally turns to look at me, but her eyes are distant and analytical, like she is studying a stranger. The rabbit falls from my trembling hands and lands on the floor between us.
I want to reach out and touch her, but I am afraid of scaring her further.
I watch as Nicholas moves slowly across the room, his footsteps deliberately quiet on the carpet.
Nia's head snaps up at his approach, her small body tensing like a cornered animal.
She drops the blocks, scattering them across the floor.
Her eyes dart between us, calculating escape routes.
When Nicholas crouches down beside her, she backs away until she hits the wall.
The movement is too fast, too fluid for a normal toddler.
My stomach churns as I notice her fingers leaving slight scratches in the wallpaper.
Nicholas reaches out, his hand trembling as it hovers near her shoulder.
I inch closer, trying to get a better look at her arms.
Her sleeve rides up as she stacks another block, revealing a dark mark on her wrist.
My stomach drops.
It is an intricate pattern of interwoven circles and jagged lines etched into her skin.
I reach out to touch it, but before I can make contact, Nia yanks her arm away with inhuman speed.
She bares her teeth, a low growl rumbling in her throat.
Nicholas freezes, his hand still extended.
"Nia," he whispers, his voice barely audible.
She doesn't respond, her eyes fixed on the floor as if she is trying to will herself into it.
Suddenly, she darts forward, moving faster than any normal child could.
Nicholas lunges for her, but she is too quick.
She scrambles up the wall like a spider, perching in the corner of the ceiling. My heart races as I watch her crouch there, her small body tense and ready to strike.
The symbol on her wrist pulses with an eerie purple glow.
Nicholas takes a step back, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"Nia," he whispers again, his voice shaking.
But she doesn't respond.
Instead, she lets out a high-pitched growl that sends chills down my spine.
It is not the sound of a child; it is something primal and dangerous.
I watch the purple glow pulse from her wrist, casting eerie shadows across the ceiling where she clings.
The curtains flutter as wind slips through the cracked window, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from our garden.
Nia's rigid posture relaxes slightly, her growls becoming softer.
The mark's light dims with each gentle gust.
Her unnaturally bright eyes begin to lose their fierce glow, though she remains pressed against the ceiling.
Nicholas and I stay completely still as her breathing steadies.
When the breeze touches her face, she blinks slowly, her expression shifting from feral to confused.
Her voice, small and uncertain, finally breaks the silence: "Mommy?"
I inch closer to the corner, keeping my movements slow and deliberate.
The purple mark on her wrist flickers like a dying flame as she tracks my approach.
Nicholas's fingers intertwine with mine, lending me strength.
When I'm directly beneath her, Nia's head tilts, studying us with less hostility than before.
Her small fingers release their grip on the ceiling, one by one.
My heart pounds in my chest as she descends headfirst, her body moving with an inhuman grace that defies logic.
She pauses at eye level, suspended by just two fingers, while the mark on her wrist dims completely.