Novel & Cerita Warriors- Reborn

It did not end there. It continued and I was watching a battle scene. It was me in Ryan's arms, smiling at him as he sat, bent over me, crying a river. Wait, was it me or was it Sherizad. At that moment I realised, Sherizad and Sherry, we're nothing different. I was Her and she was me. I was the controversial werewolf Alpha queen, reborn as Sherizad, or Sherry, the human. It was the same soul, breathing in my chest, with a different body and a different flesh.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

Despite the sunglasses covering much of his face, his fair skin, prominent nose, and defined features indicated he was very handsome. In her past life, Lindsay had seen a bit of this variety show and knew who the mystery guest was. This was Elric Edgworth, born into a top-tier elite family in the capital, far surpassing even the Harper family's status. Elric was also the reigning esports champion and a super popular gaming streamer, known as "El God" among esports fans. Due to a hand injury, he retired from the esports scene after winning the world championship and decided to venture into the entertainment industry instead.

"I have to finish my meeting here. Go. My men will ensure nobody stands in your way." ​The walk to his luxury SUV felt different from before. Flanked by two massive, stone-faced security guards in black suits, I felt a cold, quiet wave of confidence washing over me. In my first life, I had walked into the Sinclair mansion like a stray dog begging for scraps. Tonight, Xavier’s contract gave me an invisible shield. For the first time since my rebirth, I felt powerful. ​The heavy front doors of the Sinclair mansion clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing loudly in the grand marble foyer. Xavier’s two bodyguards stepped in right behind me, their heavy, synchronized footsteps shattering the qui

"You were reborn too." The light turned green. I raised the window and placed the glass between our worlds again. Before it closed completely, I said, "In the last life, we already settled our debt." The car moved forward. Adrian chased for a few steps, but the bodyguards stopped him. In the rearview mirror, he stood at the street corner like a statue soaked in rain. I looked away. I felt no thrill of revenge. I felt no old love rising from the ashes. I only felt a peace that had finally landed.

To my left and right, the North and West pack members are seated in rigid, perfectly symmetrical lines. They are arranged like opposing infantry, the North pack’s soldiers in their muted, earth-toned furs and leathers facing off against the West pack’s warriors, who favor striking, deep blues and polished silver adornments, the silence that greets my arrival is absolute, profound, and suffocating. It is safe to guess that this marriage was a peace pact between both pack but somewhere deep down I feel like the North would win if war broke out but I keep that thought safe in my head

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

The group waited at the edge of the clearing in the woodland. He recognized some of the faces—wolves he had bled for, trained with, and defended in the past. Others were younger, with inquisitive eyes full of myth-like tales and inquiries. The Alpha Rogue. The exiled one. The one who survives despite breaking the rules. But he wasn't a myth tonight. He wasn't a ghost. They had him. The crowd parted as Reven moved forward into the clearing. There was silence. With a strong and determined voice, he declared, "I am Reven." And I'm back. Not as an outlaw. Not as a remnant of your history. but as your Alpha.

My brother and his friends are now in the dungeons while I decide what to do with them. Brant’s been here for a few days now, and we started retraining the warriors this morning. Arlo and Isaac have completely rewritten the training programme, using a lot of the Night Howlers’ principles as well as Delta Greg’s programme. We’ve made it mandatory for every pack member to train now, a decision that’s caused a lot of grumbling, but I can already see the improved confidence in some of the women as they learn to defend themselves. The warriors will need time to adjust their mentality after my father’s misogynistic bullshit. It’s also going to give those recovering from their drug habits something

Eldric said "it recognizes the Moon Child" Then I heard a sound in the trees, i heard movement. "Warriors" I shouted "we have company" My twenty warriors immediately moved into defensive positions. Arrows flew from the darkness of the forest. They whistled through the air aimed at Elvanya. "Protect the circle" I roared. My warriors raised their shields and the arrows bounced off. More arrows came. Then figures emerged from the trees. Rebels. At least fifty of them. All armed with swords and spears.