Novel & Cerita Vampire Reborn

But her heart still clung to a father who had no idea she’d already died once… without him even knowing. “I…” she began, torn in two. Lucien’s voice brushed her mind again — intimate, unbreakable: “I will not let them hurt you again… little wolf.” Her pulse stuttered. But before she could speak — the runes under her feet sparked violently. A gust of freezing air swept the grounds. The flames of every lantern shuddered. A disembodied whisper slithered across the courtyard: “Reborn…” Aurelia’s bones iced over. Lucien snarled — eyes blazing.

For us. We walked in, Noah first, proud and Alpha-straight. Then Neal, his playful charm replaced by a serious alertness. Then me, with Elias at my side. My silver tattoos felt like they were burning under my skin, glowing faintly. The vampire spoke first, his voice smooth and cold. “Noah and Neal Whitemore. And the source of the recent… disturbances. The reborn one. Nadia Moonshade Dawnfire.” He said my full name like he was tasting it. “And Elias Dawnfire. A ghost from a forgotten song. You are all here to answer.”

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

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.

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

It was Riven, the young heir of the oldest family in the northern lands. He was the first vampire to reach a partnership with me. He walked steadily to my side, naturally forming a barrier. His gaze flicked over Kael’s frozen expression before turning to me. “Elena, I’ve secured the goods you mentioned earlier. We can finalize the details once you decide.” Kael’s gaze snapped onto Riven. His crimson pupils contracted slightly. The fragile certainty he had clung to moments ago was replaced by shock and a sharp, piercing pain. He looked at Riven, then back at me in disbelief, as if unable to comprehend how another vampire could step so naturally between us.

"We are connected now." Kadeem felt a tightness constricting his chest. Rayburn met his eyes with a piercing stare. "You can't overlook the resonance of what happened. She died. Her life was drained from her, and then she was reborn from the blood of a vampire." The constricting feeling got worse. It was as though someone had lassoed a rope around his lungs and was steadily yanking it tighter. Kadeem glanced at Riley to gauge her reaction. She raised her eyebrows briefly and shook her head.

Waylon jumped down when Kaeden walked in with a tray and the three of them turned the heavy Caiden around and pulled him on the bed. “Why is he so heavy?” Parisa asked after they settled Caiden down between Waylon’s legs. Kaeden shook his head, he did not pay attention to the life of a vampire but now its seemed like he had to. Waylon poked Caiden’s cheeks who started moving by himself again and answered Parisa’s question, “Something about him not being able to use his body properly yet since he was recently reborn. Vampires have to go through this intense training to make their body and mind link together effortlessly.”

It was more like the verbal equivalent of a wolf circling its prey, but against my better judgment, I found myself stepping out into the hall. --- We walked through the castle gardens, the morning mist curling around us. The scent of roses mixed with something warmer, wilder—him. He didn’t speak at first. Just let the silence stretch until I was seconds away from filling it with my usual awkward rambling. Finally, he glanced at me, amber eyes sharp. “You don’t act like a vampire.” “That’s because I’m… not like them,” I said. “Long story. Reincarnation. Past life. Lots of baggage.”

It's ten times stronger than it was before I turned her, and if the both of us aren't careful, it will consume us. I’m not as remorseful as I should be. I’m elated in fact. She’s angry, but she doesn’t hate me, and anger is to be expected. Very few vampires are in a good mood right after they’re reborn. It’s a painful process and it’s not over for her yet. There's a reason we keep our neophytes close for the first ten, sometimes more, years of their lives. They're completely out of control.