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 5
Una didn't stop running until the house was far behind her and the trees swallowed her whole. The book was still clutched tightly to her chest, like it might burn her if she let go. Her breath came in ragged bursts, the argument with Aunt Reina still echoing in her ears.
When she finally slowed down, she found herself at the lake, the small one tucked just beyond the woods behind their house. It was quiet there, almost too quiet, and for a long moment, she just stood there, trying to catch her breath. Then she walked to the edge and sank onto the grass.
The book sat beside her, untouched. She didn't want to open it. Not yet.
Her mind was a storm - confusion, fear, and that strange heaviness in her chest. Aunt Reina's voice still rang sharp in her head: "I don't want that book around here, Una. Throw it out immediately."
Una scoffed softly. "It's just a book," she muttered to no one, hugging her knees.
That's when she noticed it.
The water. It was moving.
At first, it was just a faint ripple, so small she thought she'd imagined it. But then it kept going, circling, shifting almost as if it was alive.
She frowned and glanced around. There was no wind. No stones. Nothing.
"Okay..." she murmured, "that's weird."
She raised her hand slowly, just testing a thought and the water moved again.
Una froze. "Wait. No way."
She looked at her hand, then back at the lake. It was ridiculous. Impossible. She gave a nervous laugh. "Alright. If I'm moving water right now, then I might as well be Katara."
Grinning half in disbelief, she waved her hand dramatically, pretending to bend like in Avatar: The Last Airbender. The lake responded, the water gliding up like a silk ribbon following her command.
Her jaw dropped.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she breathed, half laughing, half terrified.
So she tried again, this time imagining one of Katara's early training scenes. She swirled her wrist, and the water twisted; she lifted her hand, and it rose, shimmering under the afternoon light. It was clumsy and uneven, but it worked.
The absurdity of it made her giggle. She felt like she was dreaming, like she'd slipped into some strange world where her imagination had come alive.
On impulse, she focused on a leaf lying near her foot. "Alright, let's see," she whispered, flicking her fingers. The leaf trembled, lifted, and floated straight into the water.
She gasped, then laughed - an honest, giddy sound.
"Okay, Katara," she whispered to herself, "looks like we've got competition."
Feeling bolder, she shaped her hands, drawing the water into a small, glimmering sphere. It hovered for a second - just long enough for her to think she'd done it - before wobbling and smacking her right in the forehead.
Cold water splashed down her face.
Una yelped and fell backwards into the grass, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. "Alright," she said between giggles, "maybe not a master yet."
The lake quieted again, but it almost felt like it was smiling back at her.
Una couldn't stop laughing as she ran. The air was cold against her wet face, and her hair stuck to her skin, but she didn't care. She had just-what, moved water? Controlled it? Made it dance?
Every few steps she found herself giggling again, half from excitement, half from disbelief. She didn't even think about where she was going until she was standing outside Lana's house, clutching the still-damp book against her chest.
She burst through the door without knocking.
"Lana!"
Her voice rang through the living room, right over the sound of soft music and, well... other noises.
Lana froze on the couch, half-straddling a guy from school, Marco, or maybe Milo, Una wasn't sure. They both turned at once.
"Una?" Lana blinked, her lipstick smudged. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Una stood there, breathing hard, dripping lake water onto the carpet.
Lana squinted. "Wait-are you wet?"
Una didn't answer. She just pointed at the guy. "You. Out."
The guy blinked. "Uh-"
"Now," she said, still catching her breath.
Lana rolled her eyes, waving her hand. "You heard the witch, Marco. Go before she turns you into a frog."
He muttered something and scurried off, adjusting his shirt as he left. The door slammed.
Lana sighed, flopping back on the couch. "Seriously, Una, you have amazing timing. What's next, you gonna crash my shower too?"
But when she finally looked at Una properly, her teasing tone softened. "Hey... what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. And what's that?" She nodded at the book in Una's hand. "That creepy thing you were running out of the library with?"
Una just shook her head, pacing. "Lana, you won't believe me. You literally won't."
"Try me."
Una stopped, staring at her friend with wide, bright eyes. Her voice came out breathless. "I moved water."
Lana snorted. "You what?"
"I...moved...it!" Una said, throwing her arms around for emphasis. "At the lake. It moved, Lana! Like, it listened to me! I didn't even mean to...okay, maybe I did...but it just...happened!"
Lana blinked once. Then twice. Then she burst out laughing.
"God, you're serious!" she said between laughs. "You're serious! Oh my God, Una, this is the best thing I've heard all week."
Una frowned. "I'm not joking!"
"I know you're not," Lana said, still laughing, "and that's what makes it even crazier! Can't believe you're letting Katara get into your head."
She got up and grabbed a towel from the kitchen, tossing it at her. "Here. Dry off before you start floating my furniture."
Una caught it, glaring but then she smiled too. "I mean it, Lana. It's real. The water moved. And I think it was because of this." She lifted the old book slightly, almost reverently.
Lana's laughter quieted a bit. "The creepy witch diary?"
"It's not a diary," Una said, hugging it again. "It's... something else. I don't even know how to explain it. But when I read it, it felt like I knew what it was saying. Like the words were talking to me."
Lana stared at her for a long moment, half skeptical, half curious. Then she sighed and flopped onto the couch again.
"Okay," she said, patting the spot beside her. "Sit. Start from the top. And don't leave anything out. I want the full freaky details."
Una sat, still clutching the book.
As she began to tell Lana everything, the pull to the library, the flickering eyes, the symbols and Aunt Reina's reaction. As Lana listened, her usual humour dimmed little by little.
And by the time Una was done, the laughter had faded from her face completely.
"Okay," Lana said slowly, glancing at the book. "You're right. That's... not normal."
Una exhaled shakily, sinking deeper into the couch. "Yeah. Welcome to my new normal."
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8.9
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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.
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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.
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I died full of regret, hatred, and the metallic taste of blood.
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Connor stood above me, young and arrogant, offering me a hand.
I was twenty-one again.
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I pointed at the monster everyone feared.
"I choose Brannon Walls."
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