Framed Twice, Reborn To Burn Novels & Stories

I definitely couldn’t tell anyone that I died and came back to life, that I knew she would try to kill me just to become the Luna. I went back to my room and sat down, thinking hard. I felt as though there was something I was missing. There was something more to this story. “Lyca? Are you there?” I called out to my wolf. “Yes Athena. I’m right here.” “Is it possible for a person to be mated twice?” “What do you mean?” “Think about it. In my previous life, Greta suddenly became Luna immediately after Aiden rejected me. How did that happen?”

I grin through blood and ash. “The world will burn twice,” I tell the ceiling, the listening gods, the pulse. “Once for chains. Once for freedom.” The pulse answers: Boom. Boom. Boom. I roar into it until the cavern splits.

"Beloved, you swore to stand with me eternally against all threats! I claim that unbreakable covenant now and always!" For an eternal instant, primitive madness raged uncontrolled, threatening to shatter the strained link sustaining my sanity. Then slowly, implacably the familiar fiery cord binding us began enveloping the feral vortex bit by precious bit. Our shared life force burned away the insidious compulsions, reforging fragmented being into awake whole self once more. I witnessed the miraculous transformation through a hot blur of tears. Rebirth seared away the violating shackles Zoya had chained Scar's brilliant spirit with. Hope and flesh alike were rendered unto purification. The re

Behind him, the fire coiled and formed into the wings of a phoenix—its feathers dripping molten red, as if bleeding from the past. “I offer amnesty. Renounce your oaths. Swear anew. I will give you peace.” But then his smile sharpened, like the edge of his blade. “Know this: the bloodline must burn. The world cannot be reborn while rot remains on the throne. The child… the heir… must return to ash. Only in fire can truth breathe free again.” The flames flared and snapped—and then the broadcast vanished. The chamber was deathly still. The Council Fractures

By the time I arrived, the scene was in chaos. Senna cradled Corbin in her arms. He had gauze wrapped around his thin wrists, and his face was white as paper. The moment he saw me, he shrank further into her embrace like a frightened rabbit. "Senna... I really don't want to live anymore..." His voice cracked with sobs, and it was barely above a whisper. "If I'm going to be framed like this, I'd rather be dead." Senna stroked his hair with a tenderness that vanished the instant she turned to look at me. Her eyes were as cold as ice. It was the same look she had worn in my previous life when she killed me to avenge him.

A cold laugh rose in my heart. I wondered if they would still be laughing at this time tomorrow. Thinking of how I was frozen alive in the morgue refrigeration unit in my previous life, and the image of Dad being beaten to death in the psychiatric hospital, that towering hatred in my heart burned fiercer and fiercer! This time, I would make sure every single one of them paid the price! My eyes red, I sent my father a message. Just then, the vital signs monitor beside Richard's bed sounded an alarm for excessive blood loss.

She lifted one and held it in her palm, the flame flickering without burning her. “You’ve lived before, Evelynn,” she said. “The fire doesn’t find the new. It finds the lost. The ones who’ve burned in another life.” Evelynn’s breath caught. “Reincarnation?” “Something like that,” the woman murmured. “The fire runs in cycles. And in you, it burns again.” She offered Evelynn the flame. “Touch it. And see.” Aiden stepped forward. “You don’t have to—” But Evelynn was already reaching.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "It's July 14th," he replied, clearly perplexed by my question. A pause hung in the air as I processed this information. And then, it hit me - today was my anniversary. The same day I had caught Kelvin cheating on me, and a day before I was framed and killed. But something was different. I had gone back in time, reliving the same day once more. A second chance. "I'm reborn," I exclaimed, a surge of joy coursing through me. The man stared at me, bewildered, as if I had lost my mind. But I didn't care. I was given another chance, and I was determined to make the most of it.

The pendant settled around my neck, clasping shut on its own, sealing itself as though it had chosen me rather than the other way around. Visions stormed into my mind, memories that did not belong to me but pulsed as though they were etched into my blood. I saw a woman draped in fire, her eyes glowing like suns, standing before a battlefield littered with wolves. She raised her hands, and the earth itself trembled as flames swept through her enemies, bending at her command. Her voice echoed inside my skull—You are the flame reborn. Burn not to destroy, but to reignite what was lost.