Reborn Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

And somehow, that made me uneasy. Because every step forward felt like I was being pushed closer to something I didn’t want to face. An important guest. Why does it feel as if I can already guess who it was? Fate had always toy with me in this way, pressing its fingers against my back, nudging me toward a path I’d sworn to avoid. I had tried to dodge Adrian Hawthorne before. I didn’t know if fate would allow me to do it again. And for the first time since my rebirth, I had the terrible feeling that no matter how carefully I planned, some encounters were simply waiting for the right moment to return.

Just their new promised healed werewolf kingdom. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the calm. A voice interrupted the quiet. “You’re doing it again.” “What's that?” He asked as he smiled. “Returning to the place of your rebirth,” she said. “Is that how you always know where to find me?” Lyon asked. “Let's just say it's never easy to stay away from where you were reborn.” Lyon looked back at the valley, the lands now filled with rebuilt homes, children running, wolves working side by side. A living testament to what they had all fought for.

When I asked him why I didn’t know him, he told me that he was one of the ‘lost kings’ but didn’t dwell on the subject. He doesn’t like to talk about his past. He just prefers to have his orders obeyed which was why we struggled for dominance at the beginning since I also won’t submit and take anyone’s crap. All werewolves meet their wolves when they come of age. Wolves are reincarnated ancient spirits who were supernaturals in their past lives. However, not all supernatural creatures reincarnate into spirits. The goddess selects who would be worthy of reincarnation based on how they lived their previous lives.

Memory loss is one of the most prominent features, enough that some newborns exit the grave not even remembering what they are, let alone who their Sires are (that is, among those who were informed of vampires before being turned, as most newborns have been). But people take to it differently. Some go through particularly violent transformations without losing much of anything, while others are eased into the process and still end up struggling to adjust. I’ve always known that I was one of those who’d taken badly to the process. Scintilla had been so gentle to me at first precisely because of this defect of mine. She always described me to be like a particularly feral kitten, always greetin

patrol, he felt the tension in the air. The familiar hum of the city was replaced by an ominous silence. It was then that he heard it—the subtle rustle of footsteps, the kind that betrayed the stealthy approach of skilled adversaries. His hand instinctively grew into claws. The Schreiber family were known for their ruthlessness. They would get no mercy for him. He would rip through their ranks and make them think twice about attacking him again. The Schreiber family emerged from the shadows, a trio of shadows themselves, clad in dark attire that seemed to absorb the feeble moonlight. There was a grim determination etched on their faces, and Matt knew that words wouldn't deter them. "Matt,"

"This family is the reason I'm left with nothing now." "I'm not nothing, dad." Sydney scowled. "I will not let you take him." Benjamin's eyes flashed green. "Well, then you're going to be the first werewolf I'll have a real combat with." Emily said. "You sure are stupid." He scoffed. "I'm a primordial beta wolf, a hundred years older than you are." "And I'm a hybrid." She stood unafraid, her eyes glowing with flames.

Rebel's wolf form was known and seen by few and now that they had seen her shift, they believed this girl was capable to rewrite history. She was Rebel. Their only hope and in no way will they let their Queen down. With a new ray of hope in their eyes,they take their stance and attack the rogues. ... Vera's pov I attack , plunging in my canines in his fur, tearing off a patch of flesh from his neck. He growls but I don't stop. Seeing red to only draw blood. The crimes....the disfigured bodies of those innocent girls he tortured...their begging....their cries echoed in my mind and I went berserk.