THE WITCH'S REBIRTH
The witches of the Veyrath clan were massacred centuries ago, their lanterns of light snuffing out except for one flickering light. Now, Una River is unaware that that power is pulsing in her veins. As she grows older, her dreams scream of fire and blood.
Seeking answers after discovering her aunt's desperate betrayal and narrowly escaping another attempt to erase her memory, Una is forced to flee the only home she's ever known.
Her frantic search for answers leads her to Ardenvale University, a mysterious campus steeped in ancient lore, in a town built on the bones of her ancient clan, where supernaturals and humans coexist. Her arrival sends a shockwave through the secretive community, alerting the formidable Alpha Dorian, the clan's Supreme One, and her destined mate.
But as Una's magic awakens with the help of the charming scholar Bastian, Dorian's Beta and her human friend Mallory, she uncovers a devastating truth: Alpha Dorian is the soul reborn of the man who destroyed her lineage.
Destiny has returned Una to her throne, but it has tied her heart to her ancestor's killer. To claim her power, she must choose between the man who holds her fate and the vengeance that pulses in her veins.
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Chapter 1
The music was loud enough to make my chest thump, and the lights were flashing everywhere like they were fighting to blind me. Lana's birthday party was in full swing, and honestly, I'd lost count of how many shots I'd had. Everything felt a little too warm, a little too fuzzy, but I was having fun. I deserved to have fun.
Lana had just climbed up a chair, yelling something about being twenty and dangerous, and everyone screamed. I laughed so hard I nearly spilt my drink. The place was packed with people dancing, shouting, and sweating. For once, it felt like the world wasn't so heavy on me.
Around midnight, I decided it was time to go. I could already hear Aunt Reina's voice in my head about "late nights and bad choices." She was working a night shift at the hospital, so she wouldn't know I was just getting home, but, still, I grabbed my jacket and waved goodbye to Lana, who was still surrounded by her fan club.
Outside, the air was cold and smelled like rain. My head spun a little. A guy I'd seen at the party, tall, with that overconfident grin, guys like him always have, followed me out.
"Heading home?" he asked, falling into step beside me.
"Yeah," I said, hoping he'll take the hint. But he didn't,
"I could keep you company," he offered, smiling like he thought he was doing me a favour.
I gave a small laugh. "I'm fine, really."
We got to my car, and he leaned against the door, still talking about how boring parties get after midnight. I don't even remember what I said back, but somehow, he ended up in the passenger seat as I drove off. I guess I didn't want to be rude or maybe I was just too tired to argue.
The drive was quiet at first, until he started inching closer, his hand brushing mine on the gear stick.
"Don't be shy," he said softly.
That is when my whole body went stiff. I pulled my hand away, but he kept pushing. I could smell his cologne strongly, like burnt wood and something bitter. My heart was racing, my palms cold. "Stop," I said, trying to sound firm.
He didn't, instead, he grabbed my arm.
"Let go!" I snapped, turning sharply toward him, my free hand pushing out. A wave of freezing, silver-tinged air rushed from my palm and before I could even process what happened, there was this loud, sickening thud. He flew backwards, crashing against the passenger door like someone had slammed him with inhuman strength.
We both froze.
He stared at me like I had just done something impossible, eyes wide, mouth half open. Then, without a word, he scrambled out of the car and ran off into the dark.
I sat there for a long time, hands gripping the wheel, trying to catch my breath. My chest hurt and my ears rang. What the hell just happened?
I finally drove home, the image replaying over and over in my head - him flying back, the look in his eyes, the sound of the hit. I didn't even remember the rest of the drive.
When I got home, Aunt Reina wasn't there yet. She'd left me a note on the table, something about leftovers in the fridge and locking the doors. I didn't even read it twice. I just dropped my keys, kicked off my shoes, and fell into bed, hoping sleep would make the night disappear.
But sleep didn't bring peace.
It brought fire.
Flames, screams, and the overpowering smell of blood, ancient wood and sulfur filled my dream. I saw an ancient village, burning and women with glowing eyes chanting in fear. I saw a man in silver armour cutting them down one by one. I saw her, a woman who looked just like me, standing tall even as the world fell apart. Her voice echoed through my head like thunder:
She fell, and I saw her killer. He stood over her, his expression cold, his striking blue-grey eyes watching the slaughter with chilling finality. Words echoing in the far distance;
"Veyrath will rise again."
I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat. The sun was already creeping through the curtains. My phone was ringing.
"Girl, what the hell happened last night?" It was Lana, her voice half-teasing, half-concerned. "That guy from the party said you threw him across the car. Are you hiding superpowers from me or something?"
I sat up slowly, rubbing my face. "I... I don't know what happened, Lana."
"Come on," she laughed. "You? Miss Soft-spoken Una? You probably just scared him off with your death stare."
"Lana, I swear, I didn't-" I stopped, looking down at my hands again. "I didn't mean to do anything."
On the other end of the line, Lana snorted softly. "What's that supposed to mean? You didn't mean to throw a full-grown man across a car? Girl, you sound like a Marvel character right now."
"Lana, I'm serious."
"So am I!" Lana laughed, though there was an edge to it. "You should've seen his face when he was talking about it. Said you barely even touched him. I thought maybe he was just drunk, but... you sure you didn't, like, shove him a little too hard?"
I sighed, dragging a hand over my face. "He tried to touch me, Lana. I just pushed him away. I didn't push him hard," I whispered. "It was like something else hit him, something that came from inside me."That's it. The rest... I don't even know what happened."
For a second, the line went quiet. Then Lana's voice softened. "You okay though?"
"Yeah. Just tired."
"Alright. Then let's chalk it up to drunk drama. He probably slipped or something."
"Yeah," I said, even though my voice didn't sound convincing to my own ears.
"Good. Because I told him if he starts spreading that story, I'm calling him out for lying and I'm posting his drunk dance videos online too."
I laughed softly, Lana was one to always keep in your corner. "You're awful."
"I love you too." Lana giggled. "Anyway, get up, witchy woman. You promised you'd help me pick an outfit for the fair tonight."
I groaned, throwing myself back onto the bed. "You're impossible."
"Love you too. I'll swing by in the evening. Try not to throw me into a wall, okay?"
"Very funny."
When the call ended, I sat there for a moment, staring at the faint light slipping through the curtains. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Somewhere outside, a crow cawed, sharp and echoing.
I tried to laugh it off, just like Lana. Just some weird accident. A drunken misstep. But when I stood, catching my reflection in the mirror, my breath hitched. For a split second, my eyes looked darker like a storm brewing behind them-then it was gone.
I blinked hard, shaking my head. "Get a grip," I muttered, pulling my hair up into a messy bun. "You're not in a horror movie." I walked away but traced my steps back looking into the mirror again. "You're never drinking again." I snorted at the person in the reflection, which was me.
Still, as I turned away from the mirror, the small lamp on the desk flickered. Once. Twice. Then steadied again.
"Something ain't right in here."
Something felt off. My hands were still trembling. And in my mind, the woman from my dream kept whispering -
"Veyrath will rise again."
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When he chose to live in the east of the city, I bought a house in the west, putting a whole town between us.
On the rare occasion he brought the child to my house for a meal, I would lock myself in my room and pretend to be sick, refusing to see him.
When I heard he had volunteered to transfer to our area to work at the factory, I immediately submitted my resignation letter that very night.
Seizing the opportunities of the economic boom, I headed south.
In my previous life, I had loved him for forty years, and for forty years, he had belittled me.
He constantly compared me to his unattainable ideal, blaming me for ruining his dream of becoming a factory director.
Even as I lay dying, he shamelessly planned his wedding with his perfect fantasy.
My stepson, whom I had raised with care, was busy helping with the wedding preparations, abandoning me to face death alone.
Having lived through such a failed life once, I swore I would never endure it again.
8.9
My bodyguard, Grant, took the full force of a speeding car meant for me. In that moment, I realized I loved him. He was my protector, and I thought his fierce devotion was mine alone.
But in the hospital, I overheard the truth. He hadn't saved me; he'd saved my kidney.
I wasn't the woman he loved. I was just the "best option" for his sick sister's transplant.
Every tender gesture, every watchful glance, was a lie designed to keep his organ donor safe and compliant. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a collection of spare parts.
The love I thought we shared was a carefully constructed trap, and I had been the fool who walked right in.
The girl who believed in fairy tales died in that sterile hospital hallway. I picked up my phone, my hand steady.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as ice. "I'm ready to consider the alliance with the Powell family."
8.8
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8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
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Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.
9.6
The bullet tore through my chest, ending my life as the perfect mafia princess.
My fiancé, Connor Walls, watched me bleed out on the cold tile floor while he calmly cleaned his gun.
Standing beside him was my cousin Jana, the girl I trusted with my life, looking at him with adoration as I took my last breath.
I died realizing that the "Golden Prince" of the Chicago Outfit was actually a monster who had beaten me behind closed doors for years.
And the man I had been terrified of—his brother Brannon, the "Butcher"—was the only one who had ever truly protected me.
I died full of regret, hatred, and the metallic taste of blood.
But then, I gasped, my body jolting upright on a blue gym mat.
My skin was smooth. My heart was beating.
Connor stood above me, young and arrogant, offering me a hand.
I was twenty-one again.
The beatings, the betrayal, the murder—none of it had happened yet.
Connor smiled, thinking I was still the naive girl he planned to break and discard.
He thought I would walk into the Rite of Choice tonight and obediently become his property.
He was wrong.
That night, under the crystal chandeliers, the Don asked me to pledge myself to the heir.
The entire room held its breath, waiting for the rehearsed "I do."
I looked at Connor, then turned my gaze to the terrifying shadow in the corner.
"The debt requires a union with the Walls bloodline," I said, my voice steel. "It does not specify the heir."
I pointed at the monster everyone feared.
"I choose Brannon Walls."
8.2
The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.
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A few months into her pregnancy, she discovered she was nothing but a sex tool to him. Devastated, she eloped with the pregnancy and was poised to raise the baby alone. Will the Alpha ever find her? Will the curse be broken? Find out in this intriguing story.