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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.*

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A Blank Canvas (Ch.665)

I still remember this day quite vividly, it is the morning after a cold and stormy night and dawn has come with the beautiful rays of sunrise and a much needed warmth.

This morning…it boasts of the most beautiful sunrise I have ever witnessed, unmatched even up to this day. And try as I might, I cannot forget it…

I cannot forget how even the eternal darkness that had long taken hold of our world seemed to stay its hold on this day, as though in acknowledgment.

I can still feel the warmth of the sun that graces our skies on my cheeks, banishing all the chills.

The sky is unusually beautiful on this day...too beautiful, I loathed it.

I can still hear my father's anxious footsteps, pacing this way and that. I do not care much for it, but I would soon come to.