Werewolf Rebirth Novels & Stories

"Don't you want revenge from the man who destroyed your beautiful life?" Princess Orla simply nodded her head, not thinking twice about it. "And you must discover the answer to your second question on your own. You will find out your 'How you got the Rebirth' when you get your revenge," the Moon Goddess said. ~~~~~~~~~~ The story is quite different from other Rebirth stories. The element of Rebirth comes after a few chapters as I wanted to give you time to understand the story. Please don't get confused. This is my first attempt at writing a werewolf/Lycan story. Constructive Feedback is always welcome. I hope you will enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking forward to your support :-) Happy Reading :

Elaine’s POV The moon goddess gazed at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Her presence seemed to grow even more commanding, the air around us shimmering with a soft, silvery glow. "I have reborn you, Elaine," she announced, her voice echoing with a sense of finality. "You are no longer human. You are now a werewolf—the most powerful one to ever exist since centuries ago." My breath caught in my throat. The enormity of her words was almost too much to grasp. I felt a strange, tingling sensation spreading through my body, as if every cell was being infused with new energy and strength.

Diana cleared her throat and started explaining, “You’re here because history repeats itself, which means there’s someone who has plans of causing chaos, though we’re not certain who it is yet. The endpoint of this is that you’re going to defeat this person.” The story of the evil werewolf king jogged my memory and a sense of dread washed over me, “How am I going to do that?” “You have powers stronger than any werewolf, but it'll be fully accessed when you’re rebirthed.” My eyebrows crinkled, “Rebirth?”

This is how the Great War began, 100 years later: the moon goddess created six special wolves, each with their own set of abilities, to put an end to the Great War. Following the war, the witches went into seclusion, the bears moved further north to avoid the wolves, and the wolves moved south. The moon goddess appointed one of the gifted wolves Ignatius Borne to be the start of a new royal family, because of his position after the war, he was the only gifted wolf who had a mate. One of the gifted wolves Zagreb became angry and vengeful. The moon goddess instructed Anya, one of the gifted wolves, to kill him. Following Zagreb's death, the other gifted wolves lived until they died. Every 500

Camille returned to the pack house after the ceremony. She was amused by all this fuss about someone's death, especially if that was just an omega, the lowest rank in the werewolf hierarchy. They were barely noticed when they lived, and now it looked like they had lost someone significant. The witch closed the door to her room and sat on her chair. The funeral was a form of entertainment for her, but now she focused on Katherine's speech. She had to admit that Luna had charisma and was respected by others.

Give you the whole story. About twenty-one years ago, there was a massive civil war between the werewolf packs in the U.S. The trios—where Selene, our Moon Goddess and creator, mated three wolves together instead of the traditional two—were making a comeback after being hunted nearly to extinction. And plenty of wolves weren’t happy about that. Civil war broke out. We won. Trios were allowed to exist again.

Stroking a warm hand, calmed the sleeper. He breathed calmly, ceasing to twitch. Yulia's attention gradually dissipated, she stared into nowhere, plunging into her past. She recalled how she was bitten by a werewolf when she returned alone late at night. I remembered my family, my plans for the future, when I get a higher education, how everything has changed, how she started to change. She recalled the fear of the unknown that escaped her. She remembered how her feelings changed, how she began to hear everything around her, she remembered how she first tasted human flesh when she was unconscious. How the moon and naked instincts ruled her. Julia shuddered. A person who is reborn into a were

The silver blade plunged into my chest, blood gushing forth. My life slipped away, my consciousness fading. I saw my wolf pup, collapsed nearby, terror and despair flooding his eyes. His tiny body trembled. I wanted to reach out, to comfort him—but it was too late. Leon raised the blade again, and with a final slash, ended my pup’s life. But that was then. I’ve been reborn, back to the day the werewolves came to court me. I saw Leon's cold back turned away, and anger rushed through me, I wanted revenge. He chose Eve—that calculating, heartless woman—and murdered me and my child.

In the dead silence that followed, a small wolf howl suddenly came from outside— "Awoooo! Aunt Aria!" Selene rushed in carrying three-year-old Winona, and the little one hadn't learned to control her shifting yet. Right now, she was in her adorable half-wolf, half-human form with fluffy ears pressed flat against her head and her tail wagging so hard it was practically a blur. "I smelled Aunt!" she chirped in her baby voice. "And new Uncle too! Smells so good!" She sniffed hard, then her eyes went wide. "Aunt Elara smells like moon laurel! That's a mark! I read about it in a book!"

A year later, I chose my savior, Cole, as my mate, and we completed a solemn marking ceremony. Three years later, I gave birth to our pup, who possessed rare, silver-gold eyes. They looked so much like my father's. Under my rule, the Silvermane Pack thrived. The Moon Goddess blessed us, and all other packs submitted to our strength. And I, Selene, became the most powerful she-wolf in the history of the Silvermane Pack, my name an indelible legend in the world of werewolves. Years passed, and the story of my rebirth became legend throughout the werewolf realm.