After Rebirth Novels & Stories

“That strange tattoo… the one that we never understood. It’s not there anymore.” The brand on my ring finger too—vanished. The tattoo of his name over the mysterious one which felt more like shackles than symbols—they were just… gone. When we asked Akira about it, she didn’t blink. “When one crosses over and returns,” she said, “rebirth is not just breath returning to lungs. It is transformation. Imperfection is swallowed. Scars are erased. The soul is refined.” She moved closer to the candlelight, shadows dancing across her face.

Everything was too much to take. Tears welled up in her eye’s when she realised she was reborn. This place she remembers it correctly how her life changed after today. As the memory was engraved in her mind, she could tell at a glance what she was doing here and all the familiar sights. Why was she back? Why she did not die? Why was she was reborn at 20 years old? Crystal's heart sank at all the memories of her past life. Her tears began to fall. She sobbed uncontrollably. She never would have thought that her sister and mother would do this to her…

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

Maybe this was my second chance, some divine gift that allowed me to see my parents again, to speak with them one last time before moving on. But then, ehy is Sabrina here? She wasn’t supposed to be in the afterlife, was she? Sabrina was alive—she was there the whole time, wasn't she? This doesn't seem like the afterlife. And if all that just happened wasn’t a dream, then there could only be one explanation. I was reborn. I was back, four years ago, on the day of my 18th birthday. The day I first shifted. Three days before my parents’ death.

Sophie bit her lip, looking so delicate that it would tug at everyone’s heart. "Ella, don't be upset. Mr. Graham just feels sorry for me being all by myself, which is why he decided to take me out for New Year's. If you really don't want us to go, don't push yourself. I can go on my own. Seriously, Ella. You can stop packing." Sophie tried to grab the suitcase from me, but in the next second, it crashed to the floor. My hands shook as I held the clothes. Seeing Sophie in front of me with her eyes filled with tears, I finally knew for sure that I had come back to life. I had returned to this very day when Sophie went to the beach by herself.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

"You were reborn too." The light turned green. I raised the window and placed the glass between our worlds again. Before it closed completely, I said, "In the last life, we already settled our debt." The car moved forward. Adrian chased for a few steps, but the bodyguards stopped him. In the rearview mirror, he stood at the street corner like a statue soaked in rain. I looked away. I felt no thrill of revenge. I felt no old love rising from the ashes. I only felt a peace that had finally landed.

It was something both of us weren’t expecting but we accepted it since it was a blessing. I learned that there was a reason I was reborn as Sayori. Just like what Empress Yukina said, maybe our lives in the future weren’t meant for us to live. Maybe it was a trial for what we should really be living in. Everything we experienced in the future was to prepare us for this moment. We aren’t sure if we were the only ones who were reborn but if there was something certain, it was that we were meant to stay here. Every moment we are happy here is a moment worth cherishing.

Mystics were divided into three levels: the earthly realm, the enlightened realm, and the transcendent realm. In her previous life, she was in the earthly realm, but after being reborn, she broke through and entered the enlightened realm. The opponent should have just entered the enlightened realm. Since returning, she had been steadily improving her strength, and with the protective divine artifacts that Moses had given her, she was stronger than him. Jenny sighed in relief. "That's good." Back at Harper Group, the amulet on Soloman's compass suddenly ignited and turned to ash. Soloman's expression changed slightly. "The opponent is strong. One person's blood isn't enough."

He muttered hoarsely, "This can't be. Meg wouldn't do something like this…" But the solid proof—complete with familiar profile pictures—left him with no room for denial. He jerked his head up, his eyes filled with agony and regret, unable to believe that the sister he had always doted on could be so vicious. He wondered if Evelina would still be alive if he hadn't been reborn, if she had managed to take the Moonviolet serum like she did in her last life. Maia's gaze was icy as she pulled a voice recorder from her pocket and pressed play with deliberate force.