Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That is my name. I am Resin, first of the Lycan Hybrids. Warrior of the Forgotten Wars. Death did not grant me rest; the Spirit World chose me to guard this island until balance is restored. And now… it seems fate has brought us together.” I stared at him, my pulse quickening. He stepped closer, his golden eyes scanning mine. “You are more than a runaway, Adolfa. Much more. You are the Reborn Goddess—the one who must restore what was broken.” I blinked. “That’s impossible. I’m just—” “—A Wereraven and Lycan hybrid,” he interrupted. “An extremely rare combination, a being of balance and chaos. You were once a goddess, the greatest of them all. And now, reborn, you must reclaim that power… or

It had never been mine. I was Azmariah Rhysand, the Lycan Queen of that Kingdom. I was the proud mate of Visaris Rael Rhysand, the Lycan King, and the mother of my beautiful daughter, Meilani Rhysand. I am Azmariah reborn. Note: Time doesn't pass the same in the mortal realm as it does for gods and goddesses because I just know that someone's going to point out the disparity between the time of Azmariah's death and her soul being placed in OG Roisin’s body. You have your answer.

“Wendy said she’s pregnant.” He blinked. “Okay… and?” “And if it’s true, Brian, I don’t know where that leaves me.” He frowned. “Justin said it’s not his.” “But what if it is?” I whispered. “You know the rules. The first woman to give birth to an Alpha’s child gets a permanent place in his life. And we’re not just talking about a regular Alpha—this is the next Lycan King.” Brian leaned back. “You think Justin would just throw you away?”

Because deep down, I understood what fate had just handed me power. The Lycan king's mate. The woman in history chosen by an Immortal wolf. If I played this right, Ashton Blackthorne wouldn't just be my mate but my weapon for my revenge. I dropped my gaze in feigned humility, the way I had seen sapphire do in the memories that flickered in me. “My king,” I whispered, letting my voice tremble, “I….I don't understand.” He reached out, his gloved hand brushed my chin, forcing my gaze back to his face. His touch was gentle. “You don't have to,” he murmured. “Your soul knows mine.”

She assured me. “And you were judging my choice of clothings.” I said smugly as we turned a corner. Emilia visibly relaxed. “I am still judging it but it works.” She said. There was an elevator up ahead so we got in. “Thank you again.” I said. “I still have to ask, why did you agree?” “The Lycan King has ruined many lives. He has the habit of ripping the ground off of someone and planting them somewhere new. He expects them to magically adapt.” Emily replied as the elevator descended.

I couldn’t hold that against him. We dried ourselves off and got dressed. "I know we have a lot to talk about. We will do it after we deal with the vampires that have come to meet you," he said quietly. "I hope you know that killing a long reigning Vampire king was not as easy as you made it seem. You are something else," he whispered and kissed my lips. Electricity buzzed through my lips which made my toes curl. I had missed him. "The vampires that Vasilik sired and were accountable for are now under your rule. You are their Queen now." His thumb caressed my jaw. I blinked. What?

"Let me tell you a story that happened hundred of years ago. A lycan married to a witch who was not just simple witch but the queen of all witches. Then a miracle happened and they had a daughter. A female lycan. From her childhood, she was supposed to marry the a king but that man disappointed her. She died but she was supposed to reborn and she born again. Gia, you are a female lycan and you are born to rule the lycans but because you are born then that king has born again too." Sylvester unconsciously took Gia's hand who had hard time processing information which she just got. "We know who you are but we don't know who is that king. Only you can find him before anything bad happens." "Wha

We will make them pay, we make their children suffer, together we will build our kingdom again, a strong, indestructible army, a great empire” Laughter followed, as her eyes bore pains, turning reddish in anger, she was hurt and it was obvious The others nodded in agreement. Another witch, older than Sybil but not as ancient as Morrigan, leaned forward. Her voice was a low, savage whisper "The Lycan King, he will not let her go easily. He has his own plans for the child. If he learns of the true nature of her powers, he will try to control her." Morrigan’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "The King believes he is in control, but he underestimates the depth of the magic flowing through her vei

"I don't know. She should be. She is wolfless. But hit her one more time. To be sure." I felt the swoosh of the stick and the cracking of my head before the darkness engulfed me; just at the same time that I promised vengeance on the three sons of the lycan king, if by some miracle I got reincarnated or came back from the dead.

“Every king carries a curse. Every mate carries the weapon that can free him… or end him.” The ground split beneath me. Hands, so many hands, claw at my ankles, my legs, pulling, begging, demanding. I scream, stumbling into the woman as I try to escape the hands. “Save us… Avenge us… Remember us…” “You are the prophecy. The last lycan touched by the moon. The one born from ashes. The one fated to awaken the king… or doom him.” The noise seems to draw the attention of the monstrous version of Arkan. He lifts his head and looks straight at me.