Rebirth Of The Little Mute นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Temple had been defeated, but their legacy—its weight—still lingered, casting a long shadow over the land. But this victory—this first step—meant something more. It meant that her people, the Mute Wolves, had found their voice again. It meant that they had reclaimed their birthright. And it meant that the power of the Goddess, the power that had been broken for centuries, was finally being restored. Caelum approached her, his movements slow but sure. His armor was battered, his face streaked with dirt and blood, but his eyes were filled with something new—pride, yes, but also a sense of peace that had eluded him for so long.

The thing through which the world would be reborn—or destroyed. And the creature was no messenger. It was the echo of the Moon itself. I took a step back, voice trembling. "If I’m the beginning… then I decide the end." The figure’s form rippled, fracturing like mist under wind. "Then choose wisely, Alpha reborn." And just like that—it was gone. *** The world didn’t return to silence this time. The wind howled through the valley, carrying with it the faintest sound of wings. Julian jolted awake, sword drawn. "What happened?"

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

Sure enough, she appeared. I told her about the prophecy. She hesitated. "I can transfer the fated mate bond from you and Oscar to him and Catherine. But it will leave you very weak. And for one full week, your healing ability will be gone." I bowed slightly. "I understand. I'm willing. Please begin." The moment I'd accepted the chance to come back ten years, I'd accepted that I would give up everything to rewrite our story. Let him live with the woman he loved. Not bleed out from eighteen wounds in some riot.

Then I would make my decision. I know that once I got a second chance mate, I wouldn’t be getting another. Not unless the Goddess herself intervened on my behalf, which was doubtful. She had already helped me with the gifts that she had given me. I could never repay the biggest gift of all, by her allowing me to be reborn. I believe the gift she gave me, to be able to read minds, is a close second.

With fingers dancing in the air before her, she recited words that no one understood, but they felt the power of them. “Al manude penteus avalier nakuma beni affate je luna lycano resurectium...” From the ground, tendrils of fog-like mist rose around them. As the mist rose from the burial area, it took several forms. Swaying over their respective graves were apparitions of the dead. “...Scretus paad discime dis primatus fami...”

Not only that, his senses -in particular, his sight and hearing became better. Hearing his word and seeing his reaction, Ming Yue smiled knowingly. It was a normal reaction. The person who had passed the 'Trial of Nine Tribulations' would give such reaction. In truth, the trial had another name. Ming Yue knew this because some parts of her memories slowly returning. 'Trial Of Rebirth'

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination. Ruben glanced up, his eyes glowing the same as Batton’s blood. “It is a rebirth.” He said in a controlled voice, making Kat realise he was concentrating and to be quiet. As Batton’s head slumped forward in his last moments Ruben grabbed him by the short hair upon his head and yanked his head back, opening his mouth. At the same time Ruben took his own wrist into his mouth and savaged it, tearing open a wound before holding it above Batton’s mouth and letting the new blood drip in.

​A small, silver-haired boy with Davis-green eyes, holding a broken wooden flute. ​"Papa?" the boy whispered, his voice an exact match for Kael’s "Muted" tones. "Is the story... almost over?" ​Kael and Nora froze. The "Third Genesis" wasn't just about the Synthesis. It was about the Reclamation of the Deleted. ​The Third Twin had returned.