Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Dumbfounded, I pick my chin from the back of my hand and lean closer. “ Don’t tell me… ” My jaw hangs low. Did he actually do that? Oh wow, what else was I expecting? “ How else do you think I should have responded when they kept poking me…according to you. ” Aleister mutters, averting his gaze from my narrowed eyes. My heartbeat speeds up as I stare at him. Suddenly, I recall a conversation I had with my brother a long time ago. People kept saying that a Lycan King is born with a fate that is already decided. The decisions he will make, the mercy he will show, the losses he will suffer…it’s already written in his fate.

“But you have to learn to run away from the battlefield sometimes.” “Do you run away too?” He shook his head. “No. Never.” “Then, why should I run away?” “Because you are you, Eve. And I am the Lycan king.” He kissed me again and I sighed in surrender. Then, he added, “You’re getting pretty good with those powers of yours.” I smiled a small triumphant smile. “I had a good teacher.”

I spat at him banging the door after him. Claire still looked horrified and shocked. She must be. After all, no one speaks to the feared lycan king ' Alpha Anthony Bourdain' like that. Frankly, I didn't care. After all that had transpired, there was a probability that I would die with the ancient poison in me now a modern one had been added which meant that my mortality rate had increased so who cared if I died just a little earlier? It wouldn't matter. I was going to die anyway

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

"Thank you for your honesty." As I turned to walk away, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind. I knew that this revelation changed everything, altering the course of our relationship and the destiny of our kingdom. But one thing remained constant—the love and connection between the Lycan King and me. Our bond was not defined solely by our ability to bear children but by the strength of our hearts and the depth of our devotion.

“Now that Elise is loved again. Now that she is Queen of something, now that she has a throne, a king, a powerful child.” The spy cleared his throat. “And… the child. The Lycan King’s heir. They say he’s showing signs of power. Fire, they say.” I stopped moving. My blood turned cold. Fire. I looked at the mirror on the wall. For a moment, I saw my own face but behind me, a figure appeared in the mirror. He was wearing a cloak and a mask. The Thirteenth Claw. “The prophecy,” I whispered. “It’s true, isn’t it? That child… he’s Kraden reborn.”

So, my mother did the unthinkable. I gritted my teeth and balled my fist. As much as I am thankful that Lycaruz was inside me because he’s making me powerful and strong, I hate the fact that he controls me in my decisions. “She knew my secret! I am the Alpha King of Denbross, if my people know that I am cursed since birth, me and my family will be subject to mockery! I can not let that happen! A strong and hot energy ran through me, an indication that Lycaruz wanted out, but I didn’t let him. He has no power over me when the moon is hidden.

I exhaled and forced myself to keep moving. By the time the market appeared, my legs ached. Sweat clung lightly to my skin. I wove through the stalls, picking items one by one. I counted my money before each purchase, then counted again, over and over. Voices nearby caught my attention. “…the cursed Lycan King,” one girl whispered, eyes wide with fear. I slowed without meaning to. “They say he’s hunting again,” another added. “Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?”