Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn to Defy Fate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Even pain remembers the one who caused it.Killian The silence of the cabin presses in on me, thick and strange. It smells like smoke and pine and the faint tang of iron. I can still taste it on my tongue, the echo of silver. My wrists ache from invisible bruises, though Damon hasn’t chained me yet. Not this time. Not yet.But it feels so real as if it has just happened. I just can't come to terms with the fact that they, Damon and Selene, won in another life.I close my eyes and reach inward.“Are you there?” I whisper in my mind.For a moment, there’s only static, then a low growl, rough and ancient.“Barely,” my wolf answers. His voice sounds like it’s coming through broken glass. “You are weak, Killian. Too weak. The silver laced in the air… it’s seeping into you.”I breathe through the dizziness. “But you’re still here.”A pause. Then, softly, “for now. But I can feel the magic around us, it’s draining me. The witch’s doing. You need to fight it before it seals us apart again.

DamonThe floor trembled beneath my feet. The flickering candles scattered around the ritual circle burst one after another, spilling hot wax across the wood and shattering glass vials into glittering shards. Morwein’s voice, once sharp and commanding, faltered into a strangled gasp as the sigils that she had carved into the floor began to split and burn away, their crimson glow devoured by something greater, older, wild and furious.“No!” She shrieked, clutching her book of runes to her chest. “It’s breaking! The channel is collapsing…”I didn’t need her to tell me that. I could feel it. The air that moments ago thrummed with power now screamed with resistance. The circle was bleeding energy, snapping like a wounded beast. My heart raced as I turned to Killian, my Killian, still chained in the center, his skin seared where silver touched flesh, his body twitching as waves of pain rolled through him.His wolf howled inside him, and I could hear it. It wasn’t supposed to be possible, n

LyraThe forest swallowed my cries. Each breath burned, each stride ripped through the undergrowth like a blade through silk. My lungs screamed for mercy, but the bond, our fragile, dying bond, dragged me forward.Killian.It wasn’t just his name echoing inside me. It was his heartbeat, fading. His wolf’s howls pressed against my ribs until my bones ached. The pull was faint at first, a trembling thread of silver, but then it tightened around my soul and I knew… I was close.The night trembled with strange energy. Shadows rippled, the moon bled red through the clouds, and every gust of wind whispered the same thing: Hurry.The scent of burnt herbs and blood hit me first. Then the chanting, low, rhythmic, dark. My skin crawled as the language twisted through the trees like snakes. My magic stirred in answer, wild and hungry.When I broke through the last line of trees, I froze.The clearing was carved into the earth like a wound. Candles formed a circle around a stone altar, runes pulsi

LyraThe ground burned beneath my feet, each breath a prayer and a promise.The cabin that once stood like a tomb was now a storm, air alive with shrieking energy, symbols glowing on the walls as they fell, silver ash spiraling through the smoke. My magic tangled with Morwein’s in the air like twin serpents, biting, coiling, striking. The clash cracked through the forest in blinding pulses of light.Every time our powers met, the trees outside groaned. The forest was awake, not afraid, but listening. Watching. Waiting.Morwein was breathing hard, her hair wild, her face a mask of fury and disbelief. “You should have stayed dead,” she hissed, her voice ragged with exhaustion. “You never learn, do you, Lyra? Always clawing your way back to ruin.”Her laughter was bitter, but I barely heard it. The song of Elyndra, of Moonveil, roared in my blood. I was not the girl she had chained here once. I was not the witch she had bled dry.I raised my hands, and the air thickened. The leaves shud

LyraSteam curled from the bath like mist over a morning lake, soft and silvery, carrying the faint scent of rosemary and mountain salt. I dipped my fingers into the water and exhaled slowly, the warmth soaking into my bones. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was silence: not the tense, hollow kind that used to haunt my nights, but the gentle hush of safety. Of home.Killian was sitting on the edge of the tub, his hair damp from washing off the dirt and blood of battle. His bare shoulders gleamed in the golden candlelight, and his eyes, those deep, storm-gray eyes, were soft when they looked at me. It made something in my chest ache, the kind of ache that wasn’t pain but remembrance: of everything we’d fought through to reach this small peace.“Are you going to keep staring or get in?” I teased, my voice hoarse but playful.He smirked faintly, shaking his head as he unbuttoned his shirt completely. “You always take up all the warmth.”I raised a brow. “That’s a lie.