Novel & Cerita Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn For Abel

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

She was surprised at her own sudden energy, blinking in disbelief, her eyes wide with wonder. ‘Hey, don’t be surprised, you’re almost back to your old self,’ Era teased in her mind with a playful affection. ‘The pups are healthy and active again, all thanks to the Alpha and your family. It was such a powerful combination of strength and energy, that could have easily managed to revive a lifeless one, to breathe life back into the dying souls.’ “Alpha Abel is dead, Kenrick is now the Alpha of Woodland,” Clyde informed her. “He has claimed Sybille as well, God help him. It seems he had high ambitions all along, and he succeeded.”

I was now an avenging angel without any feeling or remorse. "I'm Abby short for Abalone", I said. I knew it was the perfect icebreaker. It made people curious to know more about my name the nickname Abby my brother used to call sounded harmless even to humans. She was still silent though. I watched her casting a fearful look towards the door. I understood her misery she was worried that she should be punished for disobeying the alpha.

Only when she was finally alone in the supply room did she allow herself a moment of silence. She leaned against the cold metal cabinet and whispered to herself: “You came back to change things, Arla. This is just the beginning. You didn’t lose your babies for this.” She placed a hand over her stomach, flat, still, for now. But hope bloomed there. A new life. Perhaps more than one. Her rebirth had rewritten the story’s beginning. Now it was her turn to shape the ending.

“Forgive us.” One after another, the warlocks follow, kneeling before her. “Perhaps destiny is not law,” Abilen says softly. “Perhaps it can be rewritten by truth… by love.” Hyera’s lips part, but no words come. Tears gather in her eyes, trembling like stars before they fall. Abilen rises slowly, placing a hand over his chest. “We will not stand against you again. Live freely, Hyera. Whatever path awaits you, it is yours to choose.” Without another word, he turns to his men. They nod, their gazes filled with tears.

The cocky, annoying Alpha is completely gone, replaced by a man who looks genuinely lost and desperate for answers. "Then tell me," Kaelvyr steps closer, his voice dropping into a soft, pleading murmur that makes my wolf shiver. "Tell me what I did. Let me fix it. Because I swear to you, Aurevielle, I don't understand why you hate me so much, and it is driving me insane."

Before leaving the estate, I sat down at the spatial diagnostic interface to run a series of controlled stress tests on my spatial dimension. In my previous life, my spatial storage had been a crude, static pocket—a small, dark void capable of holding a few hundred pounds of lightweight gear. Opening and closing it required considerable mental effort. But since my rebirth, the dimension had evolved at an unprecedented rate, likely accelerated by the intense, continuous discipline I applied to it every single day. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and extended my consciousness into the void.