Kurama Rebirth Novels & Stories

Alexander reached over, his long fingers gently lacing through hers and lifting her hand to his lips, pressing a slow, warm kiss against the back of her skin. "Congratulations, Victoria," Alexander rasped softly, his voice carrying a protective warmth reserved only for her. "Your father's legacy is coming home." Twenty minutes later, the high-security transfer room beneath the auction floor was deathly quiet. Victoria stood before the reinforced steel counter as the masked curator placed the heavy glass case containing her father's drive into her hands. The cool weight of the obsidian drive felt like a massive anchor in her palms, grounding her after weeks of brutal corporate warfare and bet

Balric asked, his expression was impassive, but from the empathic traces Dannie was getting, he didn’t exactly feel comfortable. “Handsome, we all know how the rebirth cycle works. Wolves leave a human body, go to Limbo, and then we don’t get to come back for at least sixty to eighty years,” Cass explained then gave him a sly, flirty smile. “You’re nowhere near in your sixties and Balric left Mom just before we were reborn.” “This is really Balric,” their mom said. “There are special circumstances to his early resurgence.” “Which are?” Cass asked. She gave Balric a look. Dannie thought she was trying to imitate their dad’s alpha stare, but it didn’t work.

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

/ I looked at him and cleared my throat. "Rebirth isn't a usual occurrence. It could only happen if a wolf is blessed by the creator of all creations. A wolf can be born again in two ways. His spirit could be born in another body years later or be sent back in time. It is a chance to change the future because the wolf had endured severe injustice. The wolf could be given powers or a special ability to overcome the adversaries and emerge triumphant." I scrunched up my nose in confusion whispering to myself. "But that doesn't make sense. Iris is weak. She doesn't have any powers…"

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

She kept turning and turning it so that Lolita could swear her pet was dizzy right now. Kurah turned the mamba around and examined the runes on its body intently. While in deep thought about the real identity of this supposed snake, she felt a vague sense of familiarity and deja vu as her eyes were fixed on the mamba. She didn't forget to occasionally pet the mamba while she was at it. Not that it did anything to stop how the snake was feeling at the moment, but Kurah wouldn't know. Even if she did, she didn't care much. Kurah needed to find out what it is exactly, as her curiosity took the better of her.

Iris nodded, appreciating the simple comfort of my touch. As I continued to watch over her, worry welled up within me. The outside threat loomed, but in that moment, my focus was solely on Iris—my mate. The distant howls of the Kimber wolves reverberated through the air, signaling an impending attack. As the Alpha of the pack, my instincts kicked in, and I swiftly geared up for the confrontation. The urgency of the situation fueled my determination to protect my pack and, above all, Iris. The night was cast in shadows as the Kimber wolves descended upon us. A fierce battle ensued, the clash of fangs and claws mingling with the tumultuous growls. Moonlight illuminated the chaos, and the air c

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Rex asked, his smile changing to a frown. “No.” “Why not?” Rex asked, a genuine hint of worry creeping into his words. “Because I have already died once. My spirit was anchored to my domain to exist there after my deal with the hunt master. That plus I am nowhere near powerful enough to have unlocked the secrets of rebirth,” Kiri replied with a shrug. “People have unlocked rebirth?” Rex asked, his eyes widening at the possibility.

Erebus is crouched near the wall watching the energy patterns around Aurora like a man reading a map he doesn't fully understand. Then she opens her eyes. Gold and black. Both at once. Like two suns sitting in the wrong sky. "Did it work?" the Reaper asks her. Aurora looks down at the floor. There's a crack in the concrete from last session where her death magic bled out accidentally. She places one hand flat against it. The crack fills. Stone knitting back together. Solid. Whole. Like it was never broken. None of us speak. Because that isn't death magic. That isn't reversal or resurrection. That is creation. Raw and clean and terrifying.