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Omega's Rebirth

What was worse than death itself? Well it was dying knowing that no one would miss you, knowing that your death was a favour to everyone you ever knew. This was exactly how I felt the day I died. I was the love child of the Eclipse Alpha King, in a time where the mate bond was considered sacred, a child born out of wedlock was nothing short of sacrilegious... 'It was his fault, he loved someone other than his mate...' 'It was his fault, he had carnal knowledge of a human woman.' 'It was all his fault, my only crime was being born out of his lust.' But why was that Alpha King father of mine perfectly safe, while I was hated, scorned and blamed for everything instead? Why did I have to be my father's bargaining chip, used to achieve his goals? Why could I not get a rejection like everyone else but was instead murdered by my own mate? Why was I killed before I even had a chance to live? I had a thousand questions and yet there was no one to answer and this was exactly how I died... So why then did my eyes flutter open to that day, a month before my death? Was it because of my little secret? A secret I will tell no one else but you... From the title of my tale, you must think I am an omega wolf... No, you got it wrong... I am not an Omega wolf, I am an Alpha wolf and my name is Omega. ~Second Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series. *Not a prequel or sequel to 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', both books are not related save for the world setting and Werewolf Rebirth concept. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist.*

JHeart · Fantasy
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Disregard Life (Ch.682)

'What was the name given to it then? What was it? What was it?' A spectral voice asked anxiously.

'Blood magic…so it was named by the dark lord. But alas, the art is long lost…along with the blood of a dozen dragons used to forge the art. I would say, it is indeed a pity…it was as glorious as necromancy.' A second spectral voice bemoaned.

'I would not be so assured in that. Blood magic is but one of the many lost dark arts.' The third asserted.

And then, as it always did, the bickering ensued and it would carry on for quite sometime.

Xenon's brows furrowed and he clenched and unclenched his fists, pacing across the room restlessly and he had been at it for quite sometime already, but he still could not center his thoughts.

It had been days, too many days and the voices in his head had not relented even one bit. They only seemed to be growing louder and more persistent.