Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn For Abel Novels & Stories

My throat isn't producing any sound and my brain isn't thinking straight. I noticed I was losing consciousness again, it has become normal now, it has become my escape from pain but I want to be awake now. I blink rapidly trying to fight the darkness but it consumes me like it always does. I hope I see him again when I wake again. ~ Abel's POV That night over three months ago on the night of the Alpha's daughter's birthday, I waited for my ankle to heal after jumping down her window in a rush before returning to where I always spend the night.

That knowledge lived between us like an open wound that never healed. It's been eleven years.. Yet he held his shoulder high like a man with no sin. I didn’t need him to confess. I needed him to suffer. Then there was her. Sylvara. She was never part of my plans at first. Small. Quiet. Always standing half a step behind Aedric, like she was afraid the world would swallow her whole if she wasn’t touching him. An unshifted omega. Weak, they whispered. Useless, they said.

Did something happen to him? At Natalie's question, Abigail replied, "Nothing!" "..." "He started transferring a lot of things to Irwin's side after returning from Yuloria." He started transferring things to Irwin's side upon returning from Yuloria? So, what was the deal they struck? Natalie said, "I have something to do. I'm hanging up now." Undoubtedly, she didn't want to hear about these things! They were all in the past, and she didn't want to dwell on them.

Watching Abigail struggle with her thoughts, Marc exclaimed, "Time passes quickly, in the blink of an eye, ten days have already gone by, and in another blink of an eye, ten years have passed." Abigail's head was buzzing, and there were only ten days left when Gilberto ran away. She widened her eyes and said, "I said it, I said it! I want to become a Tainted Witness! But can you help me deliver the prescription to the research institute?" Marc nodded solemnly, "Of course." *** Suburban villa. Gilberto entered the room with a gloomy expression and opened the cage to walk in and pick up Zoey, who was lying on the bed.

" I let out another cold laugh. My dear husband had been away on business for half a year, and he had returned home with such a shocking surprise. Now, not only did he refuse to offer a proper explanation, but he also treated me with such an overbearing attitude. Seeing me remain silent, Cora began crying again. She clung to Abel's wrist and sobbed. "Abel, if Aspen is truly upset, maybe I should just leave." Vivian quickly interjected upon hearing this, "You're carrying our grandchild. How could we possibly let you leave?" Abel glared at me and demanded, "Say something! Look at how scared Cora is. The child in her womb is mine, after all. If you have any objections, you can vent them to me i

“The truth.” Vera stepped closer close enough that Elena could see the faint, unnatural shimmer beneath her skin, as though light bent around her. “Elena… you still don’t understand what Project Rebirth really is.” Elena lifted her chin. “Then explain it.” Vera exhaled a laugh light, chilling, dismissive. “You think you came back ten years for no reason? That rebirth was some cosmic stroke of luck? A miracle?” Elena’s pulse stuttered. “I don’t believe in miracles.”

I thought of the woman I had become—the one who had carved her destiny out of scars and ashes. And for the first time, I smiled. "Never again," I whispered to the wind. The storm swallowed the words, carrying them across the valley and beyond. And somewhere deep within, my wolf lifted her head and howled—not in grief, not in rage, but in triumph. The throne he had tried to claim was nothing but dust now. The bond he had once used to cage me was gone. And in its place stood something far greater. Me. Elara. Alpha reborn.

Sylvara’s voice trembles, “The fragments—Elara’s gone.” Theryn steps forward, their blade steady, voice resolute. “Veyra showed me—the fragments are Elara’s heart, scattered across the reborn world. Find them, Aelys.” Zynara’s aura steadies them, her voice sharp. “The abyss is breaking—choose now!” Kael’s Shadowkin ready their blades, Kael’s voice gruff. “We’re with you, Aelys—wherever you go.” Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor stand firm, Lysara’s voice quiet. “You’re our light, Aelys.” Lirien’s tablet glows, her defiance clear. “Elara’s essence is the Veil—save her.”

I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Zephyr lost his powers, becoming an ordinary man. However, his loyal warlock ministers and commanders concealed his mortality from everyone, ensuring he ruled without disturbance. He lived and died as a human, only to be reborn as the son of the formidable Vampire King, Silas Shadowborn," Damon revealed. "That's… that's you," I exclaimed, astonished. "Yes!" he smirked. "I recollect everything since my rebirth and now seek my Arabella." "And Selena is Arabella?!" I blurted out, my expression contorted with a mix of shock and disbelief.

She had a good chance of actually securing some of Rising Helios's most lucrative projects. The thought made my hands curl into fists against the table. Abigail, who should have been licking her wounds somewhere, forgotten by everyone who mattered, was trying to claw her way back up, right under my nose. I leaned back in my chair, breathing methodically, until the red-hot anger cooled into something sharper. Abigail’s transformation in the short few months she’d been back at the company had blindsided me, I was mature enough to admit that. It had hit me like a slap across the face.