Rebirth: Saints And Sinners, #1

By Mariah Lynde

After the Fall of Avalon the world is ruled by immortals in secret. The Good and the evil, the saints and the sinners. Though the saints may just surprise you. They are not necessarily who you think. This is just the beginning. The story and the characters will catch you and make you want to read the entire thing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fae Corps Publishing
• Release date: Feb 21, 2025
• ISBN: 9798230488767

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Rebirth

Book One – Immortal Saints and Sinners

Mariah Lynde

Copyright © 2025 Mariah Lynde

Publisher Fae Corps LLC

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This is a work of fiction, any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

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Chapter One

Earth – 2002

The sound of a horn blaring through the air echoed off the buildings lining the street. People milled about, lazily traipsing down the sidewalk as they stared down at their phones or idly glanced up to look in store windows. Centuries may have passed, but the general mind of the human populace had never changed.

A singular human could be amazingly intelligent, but as a group they were prone to be ineffective and destructive. That fact alone was the reason the supernatural community worked avidly to keep itself hidden.

Two millennia ago, the Isle of Avalon fell, taking with it the bridge between the mortal and immortal worlds. The devastation of that event had created chaos. Its impact was something which no one could have predicted. For the immortals that were trapped on the mortal realm of Earth, it had been a traumatic severing of ties they held with their people and homes. Leaving them adrift in a realm where they had to hide their presence and abilities. Relegated to shadows, hidden from the society of mortals that teemed about unchecked.

Over time, the loss and grief had spurned unrest. Lycans relegated to forests had started to convert humans, plummeting the hidden realm of the supernatural into the spotlight. Soon enough, each race not of this realm began taking mortals to convert them and recreate their societies. These events were recorded in human history as world changing events like The Black Plague, The Spanish Flu, or even the Crusades as far as examples go.

As technology and human innovation progressed, the world became smaller and smaller. The ability to hide in the open became more difficult and the immortals, both old world and converted, had to learn a new way to survive.

Today, they walked among the mortals, hidden in plain sight, living among them in order to find some sense of self and community. The rash actions of their sires, leaving a scattered landscape of souls to drift through life, looking for their purpose.

One such being made her way through the crowd with her head down and her eyes cast to the cement beneath her. No one paid her any heed, dismissing her as soon as they noticed her.

Amid the hustle and the bustle, she walked to her own beat. Much like the mortals surrounding her, she was dressed in black jeans that were worn enough to make the cloth soft but still cling to each curve of her form. Small rips decorated the back pockets, leaving threads standing up off the surface to be noticed as her hips swung with every step taken. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, the ends of each strand a bright electric blue that bled back into a more natural ebony color closer to her scalp. While most of her features remained hidden, multiple bars and earrings lined the shell of her slightly pointed ears, currently inhabited by a set of neon pink earbuds with their wires trailing down and tangling where they connected to the device. The shirt adorning her slight five-foot-three frame could only be described as a well-worn light black Metallica shirt that denoted the front of one of their most well-known albums.

Phone in hand, she navigated through the crowd easily. Anyone watching closely would have been questioning exactly what they witnessed as she sidestepped just a second before running into anyone around her. Considering the balmy ninety-two-degree day in the southeastern region of North Carolina, the idea she reacted to body heat was a non-starter. Instead, she continued onward, with no one any the wiser as to her presence.

That ability to be a chameleon among the masses was exactly why no one focused on the girl. Coming to a small, red brick building situated just off the main street of the downtown plaza, she turned quietly towards the door before pulling out a set of keys.

The building was what one would expect in a sleepy southern town. The red brick used to blend in with the remnants of Old Southern landmarks. The front windows were aged, the corners discolored with yellow and gray to denote their fragility and years in service. The writing that once proudly declared the address was faded, one of the numbers gone and leaving a void of space.

It was a place that people would easily look past. Considering it dated and out of style, people would continue to wander down the street in search of some place that was more current in its appearance.

Pulling out a set of keys, she made quick work of the lock, then pushed the door open, all without a single person batting an eye. Making her way inside, she shut the door and locked it once more, making her way into the dark interior. Even without the light on, she could make her way through the piles of books and memorabilia crowded around the room. Grimacing as she made her way to the counter, where a male stood waiting. Ice blue eyes peered at her from across the counter before a set of long, slender fingers snapped in her face causing the girl to jerk her head up.

Sorry. Pulling out the earbuds, her head lifted, and brilliant jade-colored eyes with white irises peered at the male standing before her. Hey, Mordred.

"Don’t you start. ‘Hey, Mordred’ my ass. Do you have