Reborn Short Stories & Gods Face Slapping Novels

My father, Caelion, was the High King of the Three Realms, and my mother was Aurelia, goddess of the sun. As their only son, I was meant to inherit my father’s throne. But my sisters became so absurdly infatuated with Corvin, a lowly sparrow from the mortal world who had assumed human form, that they allowed him to pass himself off as me. Father held my coming-of-age feast at the Silvermere Palace. There, he presented me with the Atlas of Dominion. Corvin had snatched it from my hands and sneered. “I will take your place on the throne.” A murderous rage stirred inside me. In the original timeline, I had swallowed every insult for the sake of my family, only for them to join forces and murder me in the end. Since fate had sent me back to that fated day, I would not make the same mistake twice. I wrenched the Atlas of Dominion from Corvin’s grasp. As he stared at me in disbelief, I punched him. “This was Father’s gift to me. What makes a witless little bird like you think you are worthy of touching it? Guards!”

After the War of the Gods, Olympus forged a new pact with the last of the Titans. From then on, the mortal realm was ruled by demigods. Those who carried the blood of the gods within them. Once a century, Olympus held the Sacred Marriage. The twelve ruling gods would choose mortal noblewomen as brides. Their goal: to sire heirs with divine cores. The rule was simple: whoever birthed a demigod first would see her husband crowned the next High Councilor of the Gods. In my past life, I married Deimos, the son of Ares, a man renowned for his fierce devotion. Soon after, I gave him a son—a demigod brimming with raw power. A prophecy declared our boy would one day rule Olympus, and Deimos rode that promise to absolute power. Meanwhile, my sister Evadne, blinded by the beauty of the Sun clan, insisted on marrying Lucian, Apollo's playboy heir. But Lucian's philandering left her with more than a broken heart. He gave her a divine blight, a curse that left her barren. She blamed me for it. She hated me with every fiber of her being. On the very night I was crowned Queen of the Gods, she set the holy temple ablaze, burning me and my son alive. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day of the Sacred Marriage. Evadne had already broken into the temple and climbed into Deimos's bed. I knew it right then. She had been reborn, too. But she didn't know the truth. The blood of the War God is violent. Deimos wasn't a prize to be won. He was a monster in disguise.

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron. If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence. In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years. So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no. After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace. But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me. He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity. Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods. He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm. Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.

I was a mortal priestess. In my previous life, I was the bearer of an ancient, sacred Divine Core—a rare spiritual mark that could elevate any deity's power tenfold. Zeus offered me the choice of a husband from among his deities. I chose Kael, son of Poseidon, the deity I adored the most. For ten years, Kael kept me isolated, claiming his ocean divinity was too volatile to touch a fragile mortal. I spent a decade enduring cold neglect. We would dine and sleep separately. Never once did he touch me in the past ten years. One night I dared to use Aphrodite’s perfume in my chamber and invited him– only to seduce him to my bed. But the plan backfired. He became agitated. On the spot, he called dozens of water monsters . While I cried and begged, he smirked, “You think your mortal self is worthy of me, son of Poseidon? If it was not because of your divine core quietly increasing my powers enough to challenge the God of War itself, I wouldn’t have tolerated you this far.” That was when he revealed why he took me as his wife in the first place. It was only because he wanted to use my divine core to challenge the person who had wed his true love. “Aphrodite?” I murmured. “It has always been her!” He spoke like a loyal lover. In the end, I died in agony. But, for some reason, I was reborn to the same day I was invited to Mount Olympus. Zeus stood before me, waiting for my answer. I shot a glance over at Kael, who looked disgusted just by my mortal presence in the divine court. I sighed and then looked back at Zeus, “I choose Malar, the cursed son of Hades! Please grant him my husband, Allfather.” A heavy silence fell over the court. “There are hundreds of heaven’s deities, strong and handsome, and you are choosing an underworld prince… who is cursed to rot?” The Allfather asked, “Are you sure, Laena?” I immediately knelt before him. “In this life or another, I will take only Malar as my husband, Allfather. Please let me have him.”