Rebirth Of The Little Mute นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had survived the Hollow. As the first rays of sunlight spilled over the glade, a soft hum filled the air. The pendant on her neck glowed once more — brighter than ever before. Then the voice returned, calm and gentle this time — the real one, not an illusion. “You are reborn,” it said. A burst of white light engulfed the Hollow, erasing everything — the pain, the exhaustion, the scars. When it faded, Elise stood at the edge of the glade once more, back where she’d entered.

He wasn’t just speaking metaphorically. He knows the past life. The way he said again wasn’t hypothetical. He knew. He remembered me dying.. My hands trembled as I stared at him. “You… you know?” I whispered. He froze. His eyes widened slightly. For a moment, he looked like someone who had been exposed, stripped of every secret. The wind howled between us. The ocean crashed below. The world felt unreal. “I…” he swallowed hard. My voice shook. “You’re also reborn, aren’t you?”

“You will become bound to a mortal form, and the knowledge of your past will lie dormant, until the soul awakens.” Jaeni's voice was strong, carrying a gratitude so deep it ached. “Thank you, Selene. I swear upon the moon’s light that I will honor this vow, binding my silence to your command.” Selene raised her hands, and a soft light surrounded Jaeni. “Then you shall be reborn, but with no memory of what you were, nor what you lost. You will be given a new vessel, one young but unclaimed. Azmariah will live again.”

But her heart still clung to a father who had no idea she’d already died once… without him even knowing. “I…” she began, torn in two. Lucien’s voice brushed her mind again — intimate, unbreakable: “I will not let them hurt you again… little wolf.” Her pulse stuttered. But before she could speak — the runes under her feet sparked violently. A gust of freezing air swept the grounds. The flames of every lantern shuddered. A disembodied whisper slithered across the courtyard: “Reborn…” Aurelia’s bones iced over. Lucien snarled — eyes blazing.

But inside, something had already changed. I realized this wasn’t a second chance to start over. It was a second chance to finish something. To return every bit of pain Rosie and Malcolm had given me. To make sure they felt it, slowly, completely, until there was nothing left for them to hold on to. And at the same time, it was a chance to fix what could still be saved. Anna. Billy. Gracie. Rebecca. Mary. I would give them a life so good that no one would ever be able to hurt them again. I would make sure they never had to look back at a place like Murkwood and feel small.

And they held… Depth. Endless depth. Silence No one moved. No one spoke. Because we all felt it. This wasn’t destruction. This wasn’t survival. This was… Rebirth. The First Words The being looked at its hands. Then at us. Then spoke. One voice. Clear. Steady. “I remember… everything.” Aurelion stepped forward slightly. “Are you… okay?” The being looked at him. Then smiled faintly. “I am no longer breaking.” The Watcher Observes

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance. Wesley was the kind of person I never needed to lift a finger for. He could not be more perfect. During the seventh year after my rebirth, he took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were blanketed in vibrant red, bursting with life and energy. As we walked down the path, I quietly took his hand. I wished, more than anything, that time could just stop right here. (The End)

**** RUBEN: Ruben used to have great respect for Alpha Dax, as he saw him as a powerful leader. But now, he loathed him. He wished he wasn't training to give his life up for his alpha one day. The sight of Wendy's broken form, the pack members cursing her for aiming to be Luna when she was a mute, pierced his heart. Wendy wasn't really a mute but she wasn't able to speak. The pack doctor, Teddy, had told them that with time Wendy would be able to talk. But for years, Wendy had remained mute and learned to communicate through hand signs.

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.