The Heiress Reborn With A Mystic Space นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moment the billionaire parents brought me through the door, Linda Veil pulled me aside and hissed in my ear: "Know your place. Get out of my house on your own, or I'll have someone kill you." In my previous life I'd cowered. This time, I hit back. I shook off the hug she was pretending to give me and burst into wailing sobs. "I don't want to live anymore. This world is terrifying." Then I pulled out a knife and slashed my wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere. The billionaire mansion became a crime scene in seconds.

"The Heir needs a catalyst. A heart that has been emptied is the perfect vessel for my return. And you, Rhea... you are the cradle that is finally falling." A sudden, sharp contraction tore through Rhea’s abdomen, making her arch her back and scream. The glass-like skin of her stomach was glowing so brightly it was translucent. She could see him. The Heir. He wasn't a baby anymore. He was a curled, terrifying shape of pure shadow, his fingers elongated and clawed, his head crowned with jagged obsidian horns. He was pushing. He was fighting to be free of the flesh that had held him. "I can't... I can't do this alone," she wheezed, her silver veins pulsing with a violent, violet light.

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

“The meeting is over. We’ll reconvene at a location that Rebecca will most graciously send across. Enjoy the rest of the night.” They nodded like robots, heading out through the path I had come in, except Rebecca. She was still standing in front of him, her goddess-like features blazing through the night. Oddly, she reminded me of Lydia, and I hated to admit, the kind of woman Shawn seemed to be into these days. “Before you leave,” he called with the same low tone. But they stopped. And I had a feeling they always would. “Don’t forget to enjoy the night at the club. We’re in Vegas, after all. We might as well make good use of it.”

I feel it now, deep and steady, beneath the surface of the world. Yet it is not just his awakening that stirs my soul. Beneath the wolf’s pulse, another light shimmers, a softer glow, yet no less profound. The healer’s legacy is breathing anew. Zenith. The child of sealed memories, the daughter of the Mystic Healer. She who carries within her veins the ancient bloodline that once bridged the mortal and the magical, the weak and the powerful.

She spoke in a voice like winter wind. "Hello, little sister. Time to share." But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what I felt in the magic around us. This wasn't just about bringing someone back from the dead. This was about creating something new. Something that had never existed before. A being with the power of the moon but none of its mercy. "The Moonborn is rising," Darius laughed as dark energy swirled around the room. "And it isn't Elara." The corpse turned its silver eyes toward us. When it smiled, I saw teeth like broken glass.

Like someone had revoked her right to exist. I crawled to the edge of the broken altar, heart in pieces, throat raw. The god was gone. The Temple was dying. But in the center of the chasm, in the swirl of collapsing stars— A shape rose. Not quite a woman. Not quite a flame. Arielle. Crowned in fire. Eyes the color of dawn after blood. And when she looked at me, I knew: The curse was broken. But something older had been born in its place.

I composed myself, waiting until he stepped forward. The security guard nodded, and the doors opened. I walked beside Ethan, taking in the grand hall, shimmering with glass lights and lavish arrangements of flowers and pearls. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more, but none of it was for me. “Thank you for letting me in,” I whispered, glancing sideways at him, ready to slip away and watch the whole thing unravel. “Wanna crash it?” he asked, a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“You don’t need to sacrifice your soul to save us.” Iris smiled faintly, sadness in her eyes. “Maybe I already have.” She stepped toward the altar at the heart of the Spire. The runes etched into the stone flared alive, responding to her presence. The air thickened, and a hum of ancient power vibrated through the chamber. “I am Iris, Hollow Star reborn,” she said, her voice echoing unnaturally. “Queen of Moonlight. Child of Flame. I accept this burden… and I will carry it to the end.”

*************** I was woken up by the chirping of birds and the relentless buzzing of my phone. The sun, which had set from the east, almost blinded my face, causing my vision to become blurred. Upon picking up my phone, I almost lost my balance when I saw the news headline. THE HEIRESS OF THE LANCASTER GROUP, NOW MRS. REID HAS BEEN CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN JUST AFTER THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND’S GRANDMOTHER. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? I quickly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Searching for Alex, but to no avail.