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

( Chapter 113)

(Caelyn's POV – Nereus' Kingdom)

The water pulled me under, cold and endless, but I didn't fight it. Not when his magic wrapped around me—an invisible current, dragging me deeper. Pressure built in my lungs until it felt like I might shatter. But I wouldn't break. Not for him.

Light pierced the darkness. A golden glow stretching across the ocean floor as the walls of his kingdom rose from the depths. Crystal towers shimmered beneath the water, twisted with veins of black coral—a reminder that even beauty in this place came with a price. Just like everything with Nereus.

I barely touched the seabed before he appeared again—faster than any human should move, but Nereus was never human. He stood at the edge of the coral throne, wearing his power as easily as his arrogance. Silver hair floated around his face, and those eyes—sea-glass green, sharp enough to cut—fixed on me with unyielding focus.

Mating the Mer King