Angel Reborn Novels & Stories

The sound of Alia's crying now bursted throughout the silent room. "But it is because of me!" Alia insisted, "If only I listened to what Haytham has said! She wouldn't be gone forever." Barra rubbed the girl's head, "Hey, this is her way of life. You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened. Life is not always what we want. But, believe me behind what happened, there must be something you never thought." You were right Barra ... there was something we never thought. For example, I was reborn as your best friend. I thought at the end of this story you really need your advice for yourself.

Panic and fear flickered in his eyes when he looked at me. "I don't want her, Grandma," Jonah said while pointing at me, his tone making it clear that there would be no room for compromise. "I want Rose Stenson to be my personal bodyguard." Chaos erupted in the room. I burst into laughter as I took in the urgency in Jonah's eyes. It turned out that he had also been reborn. In our past lives, when Emily chose me to be Jonah's personal bodyguard, he had simply stood on the sidelines and silently accepted her decision.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

A dark force pulsed from his palm as he held out a hand to my son. The Harbinger yelled, "No!" and sprang forward. ​ However, it was too late. When my son's forehead was touched by the god's hand, a dazzling light burst forth. ​ As the light dimmed, I saw my son motionless, his eyes glimmering strangely. ​ "Son?" With a shaky voice, I screamed out. ​ His face was calm as he turned to face me. He said, "I am reborn," but his voice wasn't the same. It was older, deeper, and more powerful. ​

My fury in front. “You came,” he says, voice like oil on fire. “The divine little bitch who escaped me. I should have broken your spirit long ago.” I step into the clearing, my silver fur gleaming under the blood-red moon. I shift. Bones crack, fire surges through my spine, and in seconds I stand in human form—Anika, reborn, radiant with the goddess’s mark etched into my skin. My eyes glow like twin suns. “You tried,” I say, voice low and steady. “You failed.”

The food had arrived late and tasted of ash. There was a tremor in my hand as I set the goblet down. Not fear. A flicker. Like a memory interrupting itself. I stared at my reflection in the darkened glass. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same jawline that had once made generals kneel. And yet—something was off. Not in the face. In the feeling. Who am I? I knew the answer. Or rather, I knew the answer I had been given. I was Aeron. Alpha reborn. A second coming, forged to do what the original could not. But…

The fact that he had even seen Eva surpass normal Drogar in a few ways had nagged at him. Perhaps he just didn’t want to believe something like that was possible. In the end, he had to relent. Szereth slumped into his seat as realization fully dawned on him. “Well, that just makes gods-damned sense, doesn’t it?” he said. “Ancestors from every species coming back from time to haunt the living.” “There goes captain grumpy again,” said Alevos. “Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?”

“That can be arranged.” The cube glowed violently. A wave of energy rippled through the air, throwing them backward. Liam hit the ground hard, ears ringing. Through the haze, he saw Ava standing but not moving. Her eyes were wide, glowing faintly with golden light. “Ava!” he shouted. She didn’t answer. Her lips moved, but the voice that came out wasn’t hers. “Rebirth begins. The mother is the vessel.” Liam’s blood turned cold. “No.” He ran toward her, but Morgan pulled him back. “Don’t touch her! You’ll get fried!”