MTLNOVEL Chapter 7: Chapter 7 : Death and RebirthThe Final Blow
Vincent felt his heartbeat slow, his body growing weaker with each passing second. His father's dagger—coated in ancient silver—sat lodged in his chest, burning from the inside out.
His lungs fought for air.
His vision blurred.
His body convulsed as if rejecting the very idea of death.
He could hear his mother's cries—Luna's heartbreaking screams as she clutched his face, shaking him violently. His father's trembling hands gripped his shoulder, torn between his role as a leader and a grieving parent.
And Elijah… Elijah stood frozen, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His beta instincts screamed at him to protect his alpha, but how do you protect someone who must die to become stronger?
Vincent gasped, blood trickling from his lips. The cold was creeping in now, numbing his limbs, dragging him into the void.
The world around him faded—
Until it disappeared completely.
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The Abyss of Death
Vincent felt nothing.
No pain. No sound. No light.
Only darkness.
Was this what it meant to die? To be trapped in an endless, silent abyss?
Then—
A whisper.
A voice not his own, but somehow deeply familiar.
"You were never meant to be ordinary."
The darkness trembled. The voice echoed through his mind, deep, powerful, and ancient.
"Rise, Kristof Kane Drago."
A violent force ripped through him, dragging him from the abyss.
His body burned, but it was not pain—it was rebirth.
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The Alpha Hybrid Awakens
Vincent's body arched violently as his heart slammed back to life.
His lungs expanded, drawing in a deep, powerful breath—but the air tasted different now.
Stronger. Richer.
His once-golden eyes snapped open—now glowing a deep, menacing crimson.
The wounds on his chest sealed instantly, silver veins pulsing with newfound strength.
His once-short hair had grown wildly past his shoulders, thick and untamed, shimmering between dark brown and midnight black.
His body felt lighter, yet overflowing with unimaginable power.
Every sense was amplified—he could hear the flutter of a moth's wings outside, feel the heartbeat of every living creature nearby, sense the fear in the air.
He was more than vampire.
More than werewolf.
He was Alpha Hybrid.
Vincent pushed himself up slowly, his body moving with unnatural grace and strength.
His mother gasped, stepping back. "Vincent…?"
No.
Not Vincent.
Not anymore.
He turned, his crimson eyes locking onto his father's.
"Kristof."
The name burned in his mind, as if it had been waiting for this moment.
Kristof Kane Drago had finally risen.
And the world would never be the same.
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