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

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."

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.

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night. If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left. At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him. After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that. “Where’s Wendy?” The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.

“‘Tell him I love him.’ That’s what you said on the phone. You weren’t talking about Khalid or any other man; you were talking about a child. Khalid has a son.” Abby’s broken demeanor changed in a heartbeat. “He’s my son,” she spat at him with blazing eyes. “Not Khalid’s. Mine! You hear me? Gabe is mine!” “Ab’s.” Wrapping arms around herself, Abby unconsciously rocked on the stairs. Unheeded tears rolled down her cheeks. “If you take the morning-after pill within 24 hours, it is about 95% effective. I guess I fell into that five percent bracket. The doctors and my counselor kept saying that it would probably be wise to abort the baby early on, it would be easier for me, for the healing proce