Romans & histoires After Rebirth

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Ellie wondered. "No, rebirth only happens in very specific instances. They talk about it in a later chapter, but I read ahead. You are usually only reborn if you have a purpose left unfilled. You can not die and leave the earth if you haven't fulfilled your purpose while you were here. The Fates send you back. That must have been the alpha's purpose, and that of his mate, to split her powers. That's the only way the Fates would have let their souls depart." "See you for lunch?" Ellie said as she looked at the time on her phone. "I'm going to be late!"

Leah asked, with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Gwen looked at all of them and chuckled, seeing them look so curious before muttering a single word. "Revival." Samantha and Giselle gasped while some looked confused. "Isn't it the same as Samantha and Wanda?" Zee asked, making Samantha shake her head. "I can help the soul of someone who is dead to reincarnate, and it's different from revival. I can give a new life to the soul of a dead being." Samantha huffed and glared at her stupid mate.

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

I had never really dealt with such an emotional person before. “That is not the point, Amelia, I did not die, I survived, so I took it as the universe giving me a message, why die for a scum, you know?” I said, and Amelia reluctantly nodded. “So now I am with the mindset that I have died before, and I am now reborn, I am a new person, who does not take nonsense from anybody,” I declared. “Thats the spirit,” Amelia clapped, and I smiled a little. “You are indeed different, Jenna, I don't know; you just give me a different feeling, “ Amelia said.

My fingers moved on instinct as I logged into an account I knew as well as my own reflection. Patricia Dawson. The screen refreshed, and my breath caught. Thousands of messages flooded in with condolences, tributes, strangers and acquaintances alike wishing me to rest in peace. Like I was dead, oh if only they knew... I stared at the screen for a single, dangerous second. Then I typed… I’ll be back. You’d all better wait for me. I didn’t reread it. I didn’t hesitate. I posted. I logged out, shut down the computer, and stood up.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Even the people Henry had hired to keep tabs on me didn't notice when I slipped away. I didn't return to our house in Astoria City. Instead, I went south to the place where my family's fortune had begun, and where I was born. Slender willow branches swayed in the wind, their green tips brushing together as they danced. On the lake, a boatman lifted his sail with practiced ease, carving soft ripples across the glassy water. Mist and drizzle blurred the horizon, painting a scene that looked like a living watercolor. People bustled along the streets, laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a simple, unpretentious kind of peace.

What are rules of the game? Zaphyra- Each god or goddess choses a champion. The champions live normal lives until one is killed early. Then they meet their god or goddess, who give them a chance to be reborn. Each being gets reborn 3 times. Each life they are given one help by their god or goddess. Iris- Yeah, the help would have been nice before my last life.