Name Meaning Reborn Novels & Stories

Carly said still carrying her bright smile and Cruella followed her. “Who is he anyways?” She asked and both Sebastian and Carly faced her. “The Alpha I mean, how did he get to be an Alpha?” She asked and Carly bit her bottom lip a bit. “Alpha Jason has always been an Alpha. He was born that way. Some Alpha's are born true while others get their position by defeating the current Alpha in combat.” She explained and Cruella bounced her head. ‘So his name is Jason. I would have said he was cool but the fact that he's dating that tramp makes him senseless.' She thought and suddenly chuckled, confusing Carly.

My new weapon. The irony wasn’t lost on me. Both of us bore the same name, but this Max had been forged differently. Scarred knuckles. Calloused palms. Eyes shadowed with exhaustion, with the hollow disappointment of parents who never saw him. A man who built empires just to prove himself worthy—and was told, again and again, that he was not. A hollow man. And now, he was me.

" Shanaya questions with a little panic. "Don't worry this is also the reason you get this rebirth, now your first task is to make sure that Mayuri looses goodwill points as much as she can. and if you are successful in this, then we might get more strength to do more things." Angle said. And Shanaya decided to work hard. She suddenly has this good feeling about her new task.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

"The past's over. Our new story has just begun." The betrayal, cold, and despair buried in the snowstorm all belonged to Raine of the past life. In this life, I had a man who loved me, my parents, and the simple, beautiful warmth of a real home. I was finally alive. "Let's go. Everyone's waiting for us." "Sure." I lifted the hem of my gown, took Conrad's hand, and pushed the doors open. Behind them, I was greeted with a wave of cheers and blessings.

"Would you two like to live with me?" Their eyes lit up instantly. "Yes!" they shouted in unison. I smiled and pinched their cheeks. "Then from now on, I'm your dad. Once I finish the paperwork, I'll bring you home. You'll have good food, a warm bed, and a happy life." After all the adoption forms were processed, I brought them home. The once quiet courtyard was now full of laughter. The boy's name was Liam Quinn, and the girl's name was Lila Quinn. Their late parents had hoped they'd grow up safe and carefree.

Let's go warn my father. As they started to make their way through the trees, images entered Sophia's mind: how she had wished things might have been different, what would have happened if he'd never met Kael, what would happen if somehow they could start all over, like it used to be. "Sophia, focus," Ash cut in. "We need to hurry. They quickened their pace after that, avoiding branches and scrub. The moonlight illuminated the path ahead yet somehow gave the shadows a deeper darkness than before. The air was thick with tension to Sophia, and she could sense the storm ready to break.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”

I whisper, tracing my finger over the baby’s smile, my smile. “It is indeed.” Eamon replies. “What does it mean?” I ask, not sure if Eamon would know if the name has special meaning. “It comes from an old word for the halo of light that surrounds the moon in the dark of night,” Eamon says. “Mother thought it would be the perfect name for a werewolf princess.” “Then that’s who I shall be. Aylon Auburn. Maybe it’s who I’ve always been, even if I never knew it.” I say to him.