Warriors- Reborn Novels & Stories

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

The shame was still there, but it was being replaced by a grim, determined loyalty. Rebel felt the magic in her veins humming a new song, a melody of steel and silver. She thought about the warriors she had seen in the courtyard, the way they had bowed with a genuine reverence. She thought about Tahlia, rotting in her new reality. And she thought about the man walking beside her, a King who was learning how to be a mate.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

These were all shape-shifters, weren't they? "Do not underestimate him, boys. He was the greatest warrior here before, and now is the Alpha of a small pack!" Dameron spat out. "He still holds a title even if he is now in the land of the mortals!" Dameron enjoyed mocking me, but I didn't even flinch at his words. Surely, Reuben was right. He was just full of talks but no brain at all. "So, what is his name?" A female warrior asked as she winked at me. The disgust I felt when she did that and saw it was overwhelming. I felt like I was going to throw up.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Alarick anxiously asks her. "What if it won't, Alarick? Let us see the better side. Let us pray to the Moon Goddess and ask her for guidance. The Moon Goddess has granted us a second chance by giving us an opportunity to be reborn. I am sure that the Moon Goddess will surely make this plan to work out. We just have to trust her for this. As long as we will do everything we can, it will surely go positively." Luna comforted Alarick by reminding him about how lucky they are to be reborn.

My eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the sight of my fellow warriors preparing for the impending battle. As I ran, my gaze fell upon the weapons being passed from hand to hand, the air filled with the clatter of metal and the resolute voices of my comrades discussing strategies. The urgency in their movements mirrored the gravity of the situation, and my heart sank with the weight of the burden I bore. "It's because of me," I whispered under my breath, my voice laden with a sense of responsibility and remorse. "All of this chaos, this imminent threat—it's because of my rebirth, my presence within this pack."

“Goes like this: think about old drogar legends, back when Taloren Prime was a lush planet. Stories about emperors and empresses, gods and devils, heroes and villains. We’re supposed to be that.” “I get it,” Retholis said as he rubbed his chin. “Idealized drogar.” “Idealized, sure. We Reborn are s’posed to embody the best of what every drogar is, deep down. We represent our species’ strength or resolve or anger. Your Colviss, for example. She’s the ideal the First Justicar, yes?”

[The Prince’s POV] Himawari has left the Empire yet everywhere I go I still see traces of her. Is it because she still lingers in my head? I’m not sure why I still see here in the places where we used to go. The Empire has been peaceful and it’s all thanks to her. She had single-handedly stopped a rebellion and cured my father from being poisoned. I wanted to be there by her side but I believed in a fake letter instead of her. I know I hurt her feelings and I’m not proud of that.

"Well, I won't blame you." Sharon nodded her head excitedly with a fleeting look of sinisterness in her eyes. Kisa woke up again at night. She leaned against the window, looking at the lights outside, and a loneliness and confusion that she had never felt flushed through her. Ever since she survived that fire, her only goal was to survive. Now that she had recovered, her goal was to take revenge on all those who had humiliated and hurt her. But when she was done taking revenge, she lost direction. She brought a glass of wine and leaned against the window. She took a sip, but all that came to her mind was the image of the man she had been with.