Born An Old Soul Novels & Stories

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

" I didn't respond. The excitement I felt had already made me work up. I would have laughed out loud now if it weren't for the fact that I was raised not to reveal any emotions on my face over the years. Perfect! Now that Oliver confirmed that he would beat me like Alexander beat Charlotte if I disobeyed him, all I had to do now was wait for the right moment. As long as he hit me, I would have a reason to unleash the demon that I had suppressed inside me for many years! Since I truly looked forward to the moment I counterattacked him, I was very disobedient for the first time. I got rid of the me who constantly had a pleasant smile on her face and ignored everything Oliver said.

I changed the channel back to cartoons and told her, "This lifetime means you, me, and Daddy will always be together. We'll be a happy family. As for our next lifetime… who knows whether it exists?" If it did, I prayed that Damien and I would meet each other earlier.

Bri Fire and ice, Ice and fire. I needed more, more of them. Their skin to mine, our hearts, and souls connected. Together. Our love overpouring in a requiem of emotion and carnal sensations. I yearned for the feel of them, our energy— a melody to our souls. The older woman had come. She had entered my mind creating a pocket of calm that drew me in. “I see you have finally seen sense Mother Moon, but your stubbornness comes with a price — I’m sure they are more than willing to pay it. Welcome to being fully ascended,” the old woman said.

He turned to the trainees, “You’re dismissed. Go rest for later’s celebration. You deserve a break too.” My father took me out of the training room, and I could feel he would scold me, so I spoke first, “Dad, it’s just my birthday. It’s nothing special.” I knew exactly why this day was so important, but I didn’t feel excited about it, not as much as I thought I would when I was younger. “It is special. You’re turning twenty-three, and there is a possibility that you meet your mate today, and that’s why-”

She didn't even hurt you. "Besides, you've cleared your name. Wasn't that enough? Why are you so hell-bent on destroying her?" Gordon's accusations kept coming, one after another. Before I knew it, my mind wandered back to everything that had happened in my past life. Back then, when I hit rock bottom, I called him too, begging him for help. I had the hospital report in my hand. It confirmed I was still a virgin and not pregnant. But Gordon didn't even bother to look. Instead, he slapped the paper out of my hand and stared at me with eyes full of contempt.

And so I stayed. Maybe it was the mate bond. Maybe guilt. But my soul refused to leave him. I thought that was it—forever stuck in limbo. Watching. Waiting. Then came the Blood Moon. Its crimson light wrapped around me like silk, igniting something ancient. Something sacred. My soul began to stitch itself back together. And then—I opened my eyes. My hands weren’t ghostly. My skin touched the sheets. I scrambled for my phone. The date. I had been reborn.

Even the pups threw stones when no one was watching. I endured. As always. But that night, I cried. Not from the bruises — but because I started to believe them. Maybe they were right. Maybe the Moon had erred in letting me live. And in that frostbitten moment of doubt—something inside me cracked. Not broke. Cracked. And something old… breathed. --- It didn’t come from the woods or the sky. It came from within. A slow pulse through bone. A breath that wasn’t mine. Ancient enough to make my soul feel young.

"What?" "Your true self." The ember floated to me. It touched what was left of my soul. Warmth spread through the cracks. I gasped. My soul pieced itself together. "Adolfa," the voice said, "you were never born to follow the gods. You were born to challenge them." I screamed—not in pain this time, but in fury. And I burned. I came alive. The ashes of my old body exploded into light. Hades turned. "What?!"