Rebirth Of The Little Mute Novels & Stories

Who would have ever thought that he would come here alone and leave with so many counting on him for survival and success? Once back inside, the warmth of the packhouse. The chatter and action were heartwarming to Gregory. Life was full of happiness and hope. His mate helped settle everyone down after the rush to make the pups comfortable and ensure that they were well. Gregory got a good feeling from his guests and pack members. They’d not forget this yule for years to come. They had offered charity and hope too many, and the pups would have a chance at a bright future. Rebirth was a funny concept. Most think of giving birth to some creature. But its meaning was so much richer than that. It

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

Even Lucio, his wolf, was over eager just to be near her. “Hm,” Alpha Markus sat back, observing the group before him as he considered the new knowledge. She couldn’t speak? Finding his Luna’s sister had taken so much of their resources, but finding that she was mute, that had to be the Goddess rewarding him for his dedication to the cause. If they hadn’t heard the rumours that Lisette’s parents had escaped the massacre, they would never have found the young girl sitting before him. “Well, even so, she’ll want to see her sister today. I’ll introduce them after dinner, I should think,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard. She nodded emphatically at his words. “Very well then, afte

“Checkmate.” The light engulfed the room bright, soundless, and infinite. It tore through the machines, through the codes, through the decades of horror that Victoria had created. For a heartbeat, I felt everything:Liam’s voice calling my name, my father’s love, the pain, the freedom, and then nothing at all. Darkness swallowed me. But somewhere in that silence, I felt a pulse again. Not my own this time. A new one. Slow, faint, alive. And I knew this wasn’t death. It was a rebirth.

Syd made a retching sound and her foot bumped the cage, sending it end over end down the back stairs and into the yard, where the little wire door came unlatched, and off flew the two hysterical lovebirds, up and away and into the trees above. Out at Calvary Catholic Cemetery, the unfortunate, recently interred elementary schoolteacher, known to her pupils only as Mrs. Wintermute, came back to dreadful life with a start—opening her plastic-capped eyes and gulping for air, thinking surely she must be dreaming. She began to shriek for help, bursting the funeral parlor sutures which had been threaded through her gums to keep her mouth closed, not realizing she was trapped in her own coffin down

I quickly checked if I was still pregnant and fortunately for me, I was not! It occured to me then that I had been reborn. The moon goddess had given me another chance to live again..I had died in the cell and I was alive again. She answered my dying wish. 'You are my home, and I will always be a part of you, from this day onward.' The voice came from within me and I realized that my wolf had been awakened. It spoke to me for the first time. It was the day of the mating ceremony and I had to be at the pack house.

I'd always spoken gently, patiently explaining right from wrong. Julia clearly hadn't expected me to be this severe with my own children. For a moment, she froze, utterly stunned. The two so-called "dutiful kids" hung their heads, their expressions dark and unreadable, their thoughts impossible to guess. Then, just like a tide breaking, I felt every ounce of pain and humiliation from my previous life flooding back. I drew a deep breath, my nails digging into my palms so hard they broke the skin. Even when I felt the sting of blood, I didn't stop. I needed that pain to keep myself from losing control.

She closed her eyes, and memory blurred into dream. She was back in Umuaka. The village square glowed under moonlight. Elders sat in a circle, their lips sealed, eyes heavy with tradition. Mama stood at the edge, her silence loud, her hands wringing her wrapper. Promise stepped forward, barefoot on the clay. She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but no sound came. Only echoes of drums, faint and far. Then, from the shadows, a girl’s voice rose—a younger version of herself, whispering: “If silence is survival, then breaking it is rebirth.”

I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. Her lips curved. “You already know.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not real.” She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the cold marble. “You think Rebirth was just a project name?” she asked softly. “It was a prototype. You were the first.” My heart stopped. “What are you talking about?” She tilted her head, studying me like a scientist would a lab rat. “You think you got away from the Marvells because they pitied you? You think you escaped because you were lucky?”

"Your father won't hesitate. Won't hold back. Won't give you moral high ground to stand on. Resurrect the mouse. Now. Or die unprepared. Choose." I reach for the death magic. For the new warmth. For the backwards power. And I pull. The mouse twitches. Then moves. Then stands. Alive. Walking. Wrong. But not just alive. Something more. Something I didn't intend. Something the Reaper didn't expect. The mouse glows. Faintly. Gold. Like sunlight captured in flesh. "What did you do?" The Reaper breathes. Shocked. Actually shocked. "I don't know." I stare at the glowing mouse. "I just did what you said. I brought it back. I—"