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

“I think he knows more than he told you.” I stared at the road. That was becoming a familiar problem. Everyone seemed to know something about my life except me. My phone vibrated again. This time, it wasn’t a text from the unknown number. It was a photograph. I opened it. The image showed my storage building, taken from somewhere across the road. My car was visible near the entrance, and a figure stood beside the rear gate. The photograph had been taken only minutes earlier. Underneath it was a message. Your mother made the mistake of trusting the wrong Alpha. Don’t repeat it. I read it twice. Then another message appeared. And stay away from Ethan Cole. He was there the night she vanished.

And when she came crawling back, he would magnanimously forgive her. Minutes ticked by, then hours. Outside, the sky began to dim. She didn't contact him. A tendril of unease began to snake its way through his heart. He closed his eyes, focused, and sent a call down the mate bond that connected their souls. Elara. Nothing. He tried again, this time pouring his Alpha power into it, forcing it against the invisible door. Elara! Answer me! The other end of the bond was a silent, bottomless abyss—a dead void.

Larry and Abigail, in each shared moment, celebrated not only their love but also the resilient future that Sophia, their daughter, represented—a future that stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of embracing new opportunities. Sandra, having charted her course in the realms of psychology and counseling, had become a beacon of compassion for those navigating the tumultuous waters of life-threatening illnesses. Her work, etched with the sincerity born from personal experience, had become a testament to the transformative power of empathy. Alongside her partner Daniel, Sandra had embarked on a journey of love and new beginnings, crafting a family that radiated warmt

"Considering you abandoned me for years, I'm certain you are doing fine." "I am angry," Abigail had replied. "But I have a means to get my justice now." Her father, Victor, looked at her with weary eyes. "Are you still holding on to that anger?" Abigail approached him with a chair and took a seat. "I've found my mate, and I wanted to introduce him to you," As she said those words, a striking apparition materialized before them. What I saw was a handsome man with ethereal pale skin and prominent horns adorning his head. "His name is Asmodeus. You dabble in runes sometimes, so you must know your demons. His name is Asmodeus, and this hunk of a demon has shared valuable insights about curses an

she answered softly, “but I've just received some information from Warrick.” Janessa sat down opposite her. “What information?” Abigail lifted her gaze and looked at Janessa. “According to him, Paige has become Alpha's donor again today.” “What?” Janessa could not hold herself back. Her reaction was instant and purely reflexive. “How is that possible?” Abigail’s expression reflected the same curiosity. “I’m confused too, Mum. Lately, Alpha's decisions have seemed impulsive. They keep changing, as if he’s not himself.”

They never greeted each other, nor did they get close enough to recognize the existence of the other. Even on one of Freddie Tomlinson's birthdays, where the presence of the father and the godfather were essential, both posed for the photo with three people separating them, and one of them was precisely Abigail. How their friendship began, I don't know, and until the occasion, I had never asked. However, I knew that Abigail had contributed even more to them moving away and hated each other. "Laparoscopic transplantation, and intensive physiotherapy sessions, is what has done all the Miracle," I finally replied, gesturing to my spine. "It's easier to maintain weight with a little more strengt

It was as though a pull—an invisible thread—was tugging at her very soul. The realization came suddenly, shocking her. Was Eric the source? Could it be related to him? Her suspicions solidified when she encountered the system again during a restless nap. [Due to Eric's intense longing for you, your soul's stability has been compromised. We advise you to return to his side. Prolonged separation will result in irreversible harm to your body.] "What if I refuse?" she asked. [In that case, your condition will worsen, leading to severe illness or even death. The bond created during your time together is too strong for my system to counteract.]

Anabel replied and adjusted her dress. "So, you know. I haven't asked you. Have any guys been coming closer to you?" "Yeah, there was this guy. His name is Sylvester. We had been talking recently." Anabel replied and wore heels perfume. "Wow, that's nice. I hope he's a good one." "I think. He has a nice vibe. I'm enjoying his company. He saved my company the other time." "Wow, have you told him about your last relationship and your pregnancy?"

Though he was shocked, he still accepted my confession and promised he would definitely mark me. Back then I thought I'd grasped the light, until right before I died in my previous life, I heard Victoria whisper in Grayson's ear: " Uncle, please, if you let Ember leave, I will die without her wolf essence. You absolutely can't let her know you actually care about her, or she'll make a fuss about leaving me." After my rebirth, the first thing I did was spend five billion dollars to buy an isolated forest. That money was a courtship gift from Grayson.

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.