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

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

When I saw myself, I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. The plain, unremarkable researcher I had been for twenty-four years was gone. On my forehead, a mark had manifested, a perfectly symmetrical full moon, etched into my skin with purple and gold swirling around it. But it was my eyes that truly shocked me. The dull, dark color I had been born with was gone. In its place were irises with the colour of deep gold. “W… What is…?” "The Sovereign's Sight," the Alpha whispered from the bed, his voice thick with tears. "My daughter has returned. The true Alpha is here.”

- I scrolled through the tons of messages he sent, my phone suddenly began to ring and it was his call coming in, I long pressed on the power button, switched off my phone and returned it into my pocket. With the umbrella shielding me from the rain, I turned and began to make my way home, his words echoing in my mind, how was I supposed to find my voice when I already traded it with someone else, I am the First daughter but I practically already lost that title to Michelle, they practically controlled my life, they have the power to either break or make me and now they have done the former. I stopped in my tracks and turned onto the road, I stretched out my hands and flagged down a taxi,

But it was all there, for five good years she had no records at all and I was sure Gabriel did a thorough job, or did he not? I rubbed at my brows, reading ahead and pausing when I noticed the year that her record started up again. My heart thudded hard against my rib cage. It was the same year that Eve... It was the same year Eve had jumped to her death. Scarlet record started from then and from the healthy perfect child that she was, she suddenly spent more time in the hospital and started to depend on pills... Gabriel had managed to even get her prescription and her medical record. That explained her almost fainting at the lot the other day... So she was constantly in pain when she didn't

Her face was unusually grave—even after such a decisive victory. “Leader… we need to speak,” she said quietly, with deep respect. “Abigail’s condition is stable. Your blood and the life force you gave her did more than save her—they permanently rewrote her body. She can no longer be called purely human, but she is not like the hybrids Rodriguez created either. She is the bearer of your blood.” Nathan nodded tiredly. “I felt it. The Bond… it has never been this strong.” “There is something else,” Elara continued, turning her gaze to Abigail, who was only just beginning to regain consciousness. “When we examined her, we also checked her human implants. The contraceptive implant the military pl

“I shouldn’t even be thinking about him.” The carriage grew colder, and I wrapped my arms around myself. Aldric’s betrayal still lingered behind my eyelids, and yet here I was, thinking about another man’s eyes, another man’s touch, another man’s voice. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered to no one. “You’re waking up,” Sylvara said quietly. “You’re starting to feel.” Her words sank deep, and I blinked as the first tear slid down my cheek. What am I starting to feel?

My gang only deals with hotels and gambling and weapons with other supplies, but we don't hurt women and kids unlike them. “Okay, I will be on my way home now.” I dismissed him. It was late and cold. The wind bites sharp tonight—the kind that slips beneath your collar and finds the space between your bones. I lit a cigarette before going into the car. The flame dances for a second, fragile against the gusts, then settles. The smoke tastes dry….bitter…. but familiar. It curls upward and disappears into the dark like everything else lately. Only a few good things happened recently, and I could boldly say that Sylvara was one of them. I couldn't wait to get home and heat my body with Sylvara's.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

"I was forced to stay by your side as a slave. Lyra is the only one who truly understands me. If you hadn't insisted on owning me, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch miserably as the woman I loved fell for another beastman. You're surrounded by lackeys, and you have people you can count on. You don't need me to save you, but Lyra is different. As a concubine-born daughter, she’s looked down on and has no support. I'm the only one she has now." The icy river water seeped into my bones. I could not believe what I was hearing. Thalyx's eyes held no hesitation. Seeing me about to be swallowed up by the water, he impatiently huffed his cheeks and used his massive tail to roughly shove me to the

"That Alpha must be kicking himself. He had a diamond and threw it away for a piece of glass." "Plot twist of the century: the 'worthless' adopted daughter becomes one of the most powerful Lunas in the supernatural world." I scrolled through hundreds of similar comments, feeling a satisfaction I couldn't quite name. Three years ago, I had been the laughingstock of the supernatural community. Now I was their inspiration. On the morning of the mate ceremony, I was in the car heading to the venue when my driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. "Ma'am, there's someone in the road."