Warriors- Reborn の小説・ストーリー

Memories of betrayal flooded her mind, mingling with the stinging sensation of the burns on her skin. “They’ve moved on without you,” The Sovereign remarked, his tone sharp. “And yet, here you are, still clinging to the past.” She shot him a glance that silenced him. Her resolve had been forged in fire, and she would not be dissuaded from her path. “Do not act in haste,” he added, softening his tone. “Patience is a weapon far more potent than vengeance. When the time comes, the world will tremble at your return.”

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Not one soul dared. Because they weren’t watching a Luna anymore. They were watching a legend reborn. I pushed the ballroom doors wide. . I didn’t look back. Let him scream. Let him rage. I was free. The warrior had returned. And this time, she would not be silenced.

The figure raised its hand. Dozens of ancient warriors stepped out of the mist behind him, silent and armored. A voice echoed from all directions. **“I am the Reclamation. And the age of wolves ends now.”**

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

And for the first time since the war, since the pain, since the chaos, everything felt like a beginning again. The device pulsed once more, sealing the new code. Mission Reboot: Live Happily.

They ended up in this mess because of the trap I set. Felix announced publicly that Chester and Nancy had colluded with the thieves and that my being locked up was just part of our plan. I joined Watch Group and was soon entrusted by Felix to build a special firewall. Many companies tried to poach me, as I was the tech expert who safeguarded Watch Group's confidential information. I rejected them all and stayed loyal to Watch Group. A few years later, my reputation skyrocketed, and I became an elite hacker. In this life, I was truly flourishing.

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”

*** Xander's POV *** The compilation of a new army required a massive re-indexing of resources. I stood on the training grounds of the White Mane Pack, looking out at the rows of ten thousand elite warriors. Yesterday, they were an invading force, paralyzed in the mud by Sereia’s catastrophic Kernel Panic. Today, after running our filtering script, over seventy percent of the baseline warriors had chosen to accept the new firmware. They weren't just prisoners of war anymore. They were a reconditioned data array.

That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name. This time, I no longer believed in a man's love. I believed only in the money I could hold in my own hands. Ethan kept talking to himself. "By the way, today is our third wedding anniversary. I'll make it up to you properly. I promise—no one will disturb us tonight." He raised three fingers solemnly, swearing an oath. I nodded and replied sweetly, "All right. Whatever you say." Seeing how agreeable I was, Ethan's mood lifted immediately.