Black Rose Wars Rebirth Novels & Stories

My hands were still shaking, half from the adrenaline, half from fury. A lot of my warriors were either dead or fatally injured. I could have lost my entire pack, my mother, my sister— I could have lost Anastasia. My fist squeezed into a tight ball and the urge to pummel the grey wolf overwhelmed me. Whoever orchestrated this had made a mistake. A big one. They’d brought war to Stormborn, and I was going to make damn sure I find them and make them pay. Brutally.

It did not end there. It continued and I was watching a battle scene. It was me in Ryan's arms, smiling at him as he sat, bent over me, crying a river. Wait, was it me or was it Sherizad. At that moment I realised, Sherizad and Sherry, we're nothing different. I was Her and she was me. I was the controversial werewolf Alpha queen, reborn as Sherizad, or Sherry, the human. It was the same soul, breathing in my chest, with a different body and a different flesh.

He paused for dramatic effect to check if the people of the court were listening. It was no doubt that they paid him rapt attention. “I met Frostwood on the battlefield of the War of the Black Rose, a war that threatened to shake the very foundations of our worlds. A war that took many good men, fathers, brothers, nephews, sons and heirS,” he continued. I looked deeply into the eyes of Deucalion as Petr referred to the war. The war that his Luna started, the war that we falsely thought the witches started. I watched Deucalion until he subtly squirmed on his seat.

Thinking about how the attack took them by surprise, yet they fought with no shame whatsoever. That piece of revelation struck a chord within me, ‘one doesn't prepare for battle on the day of battle, you prepare before that evil day comes.’ I couldn't tell where Liza and the rest were. I tried to mindlink Liza, but it seemed she wasn't picking up the frequency. When the heat of the war came down a bit with the Red Moon Pack winning against the Avengers, I decided to mind link Oriel. “Is Liza with you?” I mind-linked her.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

It made me feel like all the hairs on my body stood on end. "Do you mean...the dark lord will soon rise again?" It stared at me. "This has been prophecy long ago. Beware of the red flowers. They will soon bloom in the entire continent. You will be in great danger. You will face death once again." Sudanni told me that I almost stopped breathing. The red flowers are an indication of upcoming death. If there will be lots of them, it means that the people, living in Wysteria will die. I will...too...

"Hands. Off." Reed laughed, cold and bright. "Oh, Grim. You never learn." Dark energy thrummed through Rose’s veins like a caged storm, whispering, urging, promising vengeance. The power was intoxicating—too much, too wild—but she needed it. Reed stood before her, smirking. He knew. He saw the war inside her. "You’re fighting a losing battle, Rose," he taunted. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to give in."

“I’ve died inside every time I was told I was nothing. I’ve been betrayed by my own family. And I’ve chosen Lucian every day.” The Codex pulsed, then opened. Flames rose. Images poured from the pages—visions of the First War, of golden wolves leading armies, of Elaria binding Asharoth’s soul in chains of fire. Then came the prophecy: “When the last golden heir awakens, And the moon bleeds red, A god reborn in mortal flame Shall rise against the dead.” Elizabeth fell to her knees. She was the prophecy. But what did “god reborn” mean? As they rested, Saelith approached her privately.

She leaned in and kissed me, a seal of the binary soul that tasted of iron and eternity. As the sun began to rise over Moscow, casting long, golden shadows across the stone, I realized that the war wasn't over. It had just changed. We weren't the ones being hunted anymore. We were the ones who decided who got to stay in the light. The Shield had returned. The Architect had claimed her throne. And the Heir was waiting for the world to be reborn. "To the end, Nevan?" Ruby asked, her thumb tracing the scar on my cheek.

He hastily brought the water over and handed the water and purse to Serena and mother respectively then he stared at my disfigured unconscious body for a while before Serena's phone rang. “Who is it? Pierce?” Serena nodded at her mother's question. “Take it outside, go and meet him if he wants to see you, even if it's for a little.” She turned to Aiden whose gaze was already fixed on Serena. “Take her there and bring some clothes for your wife tomorrow.” “Mom, is it really okay for me to leave like this? What about kara?” She asked with hesitation. “There's nothing we can do for her right now, don't worry. Go.”