The Tribrid twins

My mother is Lillian wing and my father is Luke Moonwood was born under a full moon by a witch mother and a werewolf father. My mother is a pure Dragon. I have a twin. Lisa. I was born six minutes before her at the peak of a blood moon. I got the curse of the blood moon. I am an ultima. Because I was born at the peak. My eyes are a teal color but they can turn blood red at any moment and if they do the person who looks onto them either dies or becomes a werewolf. My sister and I were five when we discovered our powers. But our mother died when she looked into my eyes the day we were born. My father then took us into the mountains to a small town. He made me wear a bandana over my eyes at all times because I can't control my eyes. I am quiet and reserved while my sister is very social. Father tells me that our mother was strong and brave. He says that she made him a better person and that she helped him change from the monster he once was. He says that she was compassionate and kind. That she made everyone laugh in the darest of times. He says that her brother was the exact opposite of her. He tells me a story about how the day my mother died. "That day The moon shown brighter than ever. As the contractions grew closer and closer the moon grew redder and redder. I feared that one of our children would get the curse of the moon. Our fist born sadly came out at the peak of the blood moon. But she didn't cry. The nurse took her away and about six minutes later our other angel was born. A different nurse came in with our firstborn and took our second daughter. A few hours later when Lillian came through she held our children and when our firstborn opened her eyes they were blood red. My wife screamed in pain and I took the children and put them down. She died. Her brother Markus threatened to kill Lina as revenge for unintentionally killing her mother. I took the girls who I named Lina and Lisa to the mountains where there is a small isolated town. Lina seemed to be stronger and faster and more powerful than her sister, so I took more time training and making sure that she knew right from wrong. I raised them to be good girls." That's what he wrote in his journal. After he died three years ago in a hunters attack. It was late one Thursday night and the town was quiet. I couldn't sleep because of this bad feeling I had. Father came into the room woke my sister up and took us into his study. We weren't allowed to go in here so it was all new. He then opened up a secret room behind the bookcase and told us not to leave until he comes back to get us. He closed it and then some men in masks came into the room and beat him. Lisa clung onto me and cried. The men were about to leave when they heard our cries. I slapped my hand over her mouth to keep her sobs quiet. I was frozen in fear when they pulled aside the bookcase. "Well well well what do we have here. Some werewolf pups. So easy to kill." One of them taunted I growled at them and quickly pulled my mask off. But instead of looking into my now blood-red eyes, they grabbed me and my sister. They dragged us screaming outside and then tried to put us in cages. Separate cages. The moment I heard her cry in pain I snapped. Everything turned red. I grew horns and winds and my tail and ears started to show. They say that only in trauma can a wolf under the age of six-teen turn. My bones then started to break and crack. But I wasn't in any pain because all I felt was rage and with each snap of my bones I grew angrier. My wolf was about the size of a pre-teens wolf. I was white with a red moon and stars on my hip. My eyes were glowing red. I blacked out but I know that I ripped those men apart. I was only nine and I had blood on my hands that I intentionally caused. When I came too I was at a lake with an abandoned house with my sister. And I had these voices in my head. The voices told me that they were my wolf and dragon. I had to let them out every now and then so that they didn't go restless in my head. My Wolf was named Kiara and she had a temper and loved to give me headaches by yelling. My Dragon Scarlett wanted to be called Scar and was pretty docile unless I pissed her off. I explored the abandoned cabin and put my sister in an empty bed where I waited for her to wake up. We have lived there for the past three years. We made friends with some other orphans and let them stay with us. Were all magical beings except Jane. She was born without any real power of her own. She was born a powerless witch. She found a way to take magic from something or someone but that power never lasted very long. I lead our litter group of misfits and we lived nicely. Even though I liked to keep to myself I ended up caring and socializing with our friends and created a bond that I hope will never break. There are six of us. Jane, Poppy, Me, Lisa, Owen, James. Poppy is a witch but she can only control the earth. Owen is a wolf vampire hybrid. James is also a witch. We all train in our abilities and have learned to survive. We take care of each other and love each other. Lisa and I are the strongest people on the planet and we decided to hide until she shifts and then were going to find our mates. That way they can help protect us. But until then we must survive care for each other.