Who Is The Dragon Reborn Novels & Stories

"No way, I’m so happy! I’m not going home until I’m drunk tonight." The drunkenness spread to my cheeks, and all my words and emotions poured out. My body swayed unsteadily, and I draped my arm over Jason’s shoulder. "You don’t understand the joy of revenge, I’ve died once," I laughed loudly. "I was reborn. It’s a relieve to watch them being in chaos." "You’re drunk. You’re talking nonsense. How can someone be reborn? You’ve just started a new life." Jason pulled me into his arms.

Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished. The sound of soft footsteps echoed in the room. A man in his late sixties entered, his presence commanding. He was the leader of the shadowy organization—a man known simply as The Sovereign. His reputation preceded him, a calculated mix of mercy and menace that kept the world’s most dangerous factions under his thumb. “Ah, you’re awake,” he said, his voice like gravel smoothed by honey. “I see the fire didn’t extinguish your spirit.” Her gaze, though unfocused, locked on him with an intensity that belied her weakened state. Slowly, she sat up, the weight of her injuries evident in her ever

"It makes sense. I'm going to begin at the very beginning. In the future, I will have been taken captive during this time. They were in the process of rounding up all of the children who had been used in the past right at this moment. They heard that a few of them had obtained superpowers, while the others had developed some kind of illness. They intended to utilise the brain fluid of Number Seven to construct a link that would be able to call all of the subjects together, and then they would assemble all of the subjects into an army. They needed a plan to ensure that the authorities could not capture them because it appeared that they were being pursued by the government. You were the most

“You’ll remember. When your soul is ready.” “That’s not an answer,” she snapped. “It’s all I can give you,” he said quietly. “But you need to know this isn’t just about you. Your rebirth shifted everything. The balance. The packs. The politics. There are people who would kill to keep the old world buried.” She let that sink in. “And what about you? What’s your role in this?” Kael turned to her, silver eyes serious. “I was your second in command. I swore an oath to protect you in this life and the next. I failed before. I won’t fail again.”

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

“I’m already broken.” Silence hit the room hard. His eyes softened slightly, but there was something darker underneath it too. Something protective. “No,” he said quietly. “You’re not.” I shook my head again, wiping my face quickly even though more tears kept coming. “You don’t understand. He’s my mate. That means he has rights in Crescent Pack. If I run, he’ll drag me back. He always does.” Damian’s expression changed after that statement. Not anger. Something worse.

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre. …And I’m coming back as Deirdre…