Daredevil Born Again Novels & Stories

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

In my past life I threw tantrums and starved myself for days before he agreed to send my back to my parents in the city, I was so excited because I thought was going to be loved and cared for by my parents it was later on that I found out that the reason my grandfather adopted me in the first place was because he caught my stepmother Margaret Vale trying to drown me when I was just nine months old. My birth mother Selena Vale died during child birth and my father Edmand Vale brought in Margaret and her four month old baby Lucinda after two months under the vile of needing someone to care for me . It was during one of my grandfather’s unannounced visit that he caught Margaret trying to drown

At the same time, Queenie appeared vigilant and said, "My master and I don't know you. What do you want?" Darryl did not know how to react. 'F*ck!' He said, "It's me, Darryl." He felt discouraged, but he did not blame them as he knew his appearance changed when he was reborn from the Red Lotus Fayette. 'Darryl?' Celine and Queenie stared at each other in shock. 'How did Darryl become like this?' Queenie gathered her thoughts and rushed towards Darryl. "Are you really my brother-in-law? Why did you become like this?"

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

And for the first time, she saw them clearly. Small. Cowardly. Afraid. “You will never harm her again,” Dakota intoned, his voice layered with judgment and ancient power. “If any of you so much as think of touching her, your suffering will outlast your flesh. You will exist cursed—diminished and hunted by the memory of what you’ve done.” A whimper cut through the clearing. Alpha Alex. The sound was sharp. Humiliating. Rebel turned slowly to face him. He had once been a mountain in her world—untouchable, absolute, cruel. Now he trembled beneath her gaze, his aura flickering weakly, like a dying ember gasping for air.