Ahmed_Deborah

Shadow Of Rebirth

In a world hidden from human eyes, where vampires and Lycans are sworn enemies, fate weaves an unexpected bond between two unlikely souls. Mira, a fearless Lycan princess, has always carried the weight of her people on her shoulders. Her life takes a shocking turn when she awakens in a new body, memories of her tragic death and betrayal haunting her every step.

Lorenzo, a centuries-old vampire lord, is a figure shrouded in mystery and power. Though his kind despises the Lycans, Lorenzo has harbored a dark secret: in a past life, Mira was his soulmate. After her untimely death, he vowed to protect her from the shadows, too afraid of the curse that binds them together.

When Mira's fiery determination clashes with Lorenzo's calculated restraint, the sparks between them are undeniable. Yet, old grudges and the animosity between their races threaten to tear them apart. As their bond deepens, they uncover hidden truths about Mira’s reincarnation, Lorenzo’s tortured past, and a looming threat that could destroy both their worlds.

Amid magical battles, supernatural intrigue, and a love that defies reason, Mira and Lorenzo must decide if they will surrender to their destiny—or fight it at all costs.

Shadows Of Rebirth

The night air was cold against my skin, but I welcomed it.

Inside, the weight of everything threatened to crush me. A god. Callidus. The constant battle to survive. I needed a moment to breathe, to clear my thoughts before they consumed me.

I leaned against a broken pillar, staring out into the endless forest. The moon barely peeked through the clouds, casting shadows over the ruins.

Footsteps behind me. Light, hesitant—but familiar.

"I figured you'd be out here," she said softly, stepping beside me.

I didn't answer. I didn't need to. She always had a way of finding me when I least expected it.

She wrapped her arms around herself, exhaling. "You've been quiet."

I glanced at her. The flickering torchlight from inside the watchtower played across her face, highlighting the bruises on her jaw, the cut on her cheek. She was tired. We all were.

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