All Chapters of Reborn to Defy Fate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

VarkarDarkness is patient.It rests in the hollow places of the world, in the forgotten cracks between realms… waiting. I have waited longer than most creatures remember, long enough for witches and wolves to build their little thrones and call it order.I have been so quiet that the world thought that it had no ruler. I have been so quiet that they thought an abomination could rule my world.But tonight… something disturbs the calm of the night sky.A ripple.A flare.Her.The girl who stole Morwein’s life… my power, my mist loyal servant.The girl who consumed magic she had no right touching.And now, she struts around as if she has a right to carry it.Lyra.I felt her awakening before the first scream broke from Morwein’s throat. Power like that does not simply bloom; it erupts, it shakes the weave of the world, it scars the land beneath it.And tonight, as the moon hangs silver and swollen, I stretch myself beyond the veil and taste the air of her territory.Her mind glows.A la

LyraThe moon always used to soothe me.Tonight, it hangs above the Silver Claws’ territory like a cold, watching eye.Its light doesn’t feel gentle anymore. It feels… observant. Waiting.I pull my cloak tighter around myself as I walk the quiet path from the infirmary. I wanted to talk to mother and maybe, she would know what's wrong with me but she's as clueless as I am. Other than her healing powers, mama can't help me anymore but she told me of a place where I can find the answers I seek.And so, I sneaked out and started walking. The night air tastes different… metallic, charged. Like storms gathering where no clouds exist. I stop beneath a tree whose leaves were green just hours ago. Now half of them hang limp, turning brittle, like something had drained them of color and life.I don’t need to touch them to know the cause.The magic inside me, the power I tore from Morwein, ripples under my skin like a living thing.At first, I thought it was simply adapting to me. Changing. Se

LyraThe pack was silent when I emerged from the library, the golden lamplight soft on the spines of trees and houses. I ran my fingers over the pages I had been reading, notes scratched along the margins, diagrams of seals and wards, mystical symbols whose meanings had long been buried in the dust of time. My heart beat faster with every line I read, somehow, it felt as though these words were written for me, calling me to something greater. I had ‘borrowed’ the book and I would return it once I succeeded.A secret domain. A hidden sanctuary. A place where no intruder could enter, where the pack could retreat if the shadows ever rose again. The idea lingered in my mind, growing roots until it was all I could think about. I had to make it real.I closed the book, letting a shiver run through me as I felt the weight of what I was about to attempt.The night was quiet, but the forest hummed, aware, waiting. I moved through the stacks and out the tall oak doors, letting the cool night a

KillianThe signs were no longer subtle.The forest, my forest, had begun to whisper like a wounded animal, its voice threading through the night in broken murmurs. The wind didn’t move naturally anymore; it slithered between branches like something alive, something hunting. Even the moon hung lower, as if the heavens themselves were bending toward the earth to witness the end of something.And the wolves felt it.Everywhere I walked, their eyes followed me with the same unspoken question:How long until Varkar arrives?And when he does… will we survive it?The rumors began as shadows, quiet grumblings in corners of the pack house, murmurs at the training grounds, flinches when Lyra passed by. Then came the whispers, sharper, colder:“If we give her up, maybe the dark lord will spare us.”“The magic she carries… it calls to the evil ones.”“She’s the beacon they are hunting… she’ll destroy us all.”I heard it everywhere. And every time the words reached me, something inside me snapped

LyraBalance does not come with thunder.That was the first lesson.I had expected it to, expected the moment my two powers finally learned to coexist to arrive like a storm cracking open the sky. I had imagined light colliding with shadow, roots tearing stone apart, the gods leaning close to witness it. I thought I would feel it immediately, a rush so sharp it would steal my breath.Instead, it came quietly.It came in the hour before dawn, when the world holds its breath between night and morning. When even the birds are unsure whether to sing.I was alone in the inner grove of the secret domain, barefoot on cool earth, the moon paling above me as the first thread of sunlight crept across the horizon. Yeah, I had done that and I was proud. The circle I had drawn was simple, no blood, no ash, no relics stolen from other lives. Just salt from the sacred river, crushed sage, and my own breath.That, too, was a lesson.Power taken violently always screams.Power kept must learn how to b