Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes widened in shock. I hated that I didn't know what to do. “Lylah!" I called, and her response although it was immediate, it was weak. "Kaia.” "Why isn't he healing? He's a Lycan, his healing is supposed to be faster. What's going on?” I asked her. She sighed, "King is gone…"

Why was I so obsessed that I had to orchestrate her very death? ​It all began eons before she was truly mine. In my first life, when I was nothing but a lonely, brooding Lycan King, I stood on the brink of total defeat in a great war. I lay severely wounded in the middle of a desolate forest, dying, stripped of all hope. That was when she—Thalia—appeared.

And if by some slim chance I actually managed to be reborn a fourth time, what then? Was I going to return back to Draven? Moving around so freely in a time of heated war was not something I could do, which meant that I had to be allied to the werewolves if the Lycans would not take me... Does that mean that it is simply inevitable for me to be locked behind bars and meet my eventual demise? I had been reborn and I thought I could finally turn the tables, but have I just been deluding myself?

The alliance contract, the one that I took years ago and gave to Kaiven. Below it lay another document. One I knew straight away. A marriage contract. My hands began to shake as I read the front page. Lucerian Veyth. The Lycan King. The exact same guy that I was supposed to marry before I left. The same man that I embarrassed in front of everyone. The same man, to whom I had betrayed myself. There was a hush in the room. I raised my gaze to my father. Then my mother. Neither looked away.

The bond with Mason existed, even if it was broken and twisted by his betrayal. Unless. Lyra's mind raced, fragments of old stories and legends suddenly making terrible sense. True mates. Second chance mates. Bonds that transcended time and death. The Lycan King stared at her through his mask, and she saw understanding dawn in his eyes. He felt it too. Knew what it meant. "Well," he said, a hint of dark amusement in his voice. "This complicates things considerably

Alexander was clearly out for the kill and I didn't know why he was doing this yet. “Why are you doing this to me? What do you hope to gain out of this?” I asked him. “Well, since you care to ask, which I appreciate and do not take lightly. If I managed to get Augustus to go to this lifetime without his mate and a child, then, I get to be reincarnated as the next Lycan King. After all these lifetimes of waiting, you want to come and change everything that I have worked so hard for all these years” he said and scoffed.

He said and I heaved as I sensed a bit of discomfort on the faces of a few of his pack members. "Will you all become rebels again and turn against the sovereignty of the Nightwing?" He asked and all the prisoners fell flat on their faces. "Only lord Lucifer Saunron and all of his offsprings shall continue to be the supreme rulers of all lycans and werewolves. No more insubordination towards the reign of the Helldog." They all said.

"Protect the Lycan King!" I stared at the highly coordinated rogues in front of me. I took a step back. I was actually reborn. Right at the very beginning of the nightmare. I looked down at the silver distress flare in my hand. While no one was watching, I tossed the flare straight into the nearby lake. Then, I threw myself in front of the Lycan King, who was struggling against the rogues. Under the King's shocked gaze, I used my body as a shield, taking slash after slash from the rogues' claws.

he said finally, his tone clipped and final. “No.” I stepped closer, searching his face. “Don’t do that. Don’t drop half a truth and then hide. How do you know? And what do you mean?” My voice was steady, but inside, my stomach churned. He couldn’t possibly know about my rebirth… could he? He looked down at me, his expression unreadable, the mask of the untouchable Lycan King sliding firmly back into place. “It doesn’t matter.” “It matters to me.” My wolf growled low in my chest.

And so, with the elixir of immortality within his grasp, he braced himself for the final encounter, aware that the witch would not easily relinquish her hold on such potent magic. The fate of Aria's resurrection hung in the balance, as Dax confronted the evil witch, prepared to face her dark magic and claim the elixir that held the power to bring back his beloved. With unwavering determination, the Lycan King descended into the depths of the underworld, a realm cloaked in darkness and teeming with malevolent spirits. Guided by the spirits of his ancestors and the burning love in his heart, he navigated the rugged terrain, his eyes fixed on his ultimate goal—the elixir of immortality.