Ao Rebirth Novels & Stories

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.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

Unknowingly, I started to turn, wanting to be sure she was gone. Now turning and seeing her face, I couldn’t hold it. Her face shone. She looked like the source of light. Like I was being compelled by an internal force, in a twinkle of an eye, I was bowed in reverence. It was hard to believe I was seeing the same being I had cursed a few minutes before this started playing out. “But why? Why give me a new life this minute, the next you forsake me in this dungeon?” I fought the tears that struggled to make a grand entrance from my eyes to my cheeks.

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

“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!”

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

The conceptual being born from our love. The diagram doesn’t say “unmake.” It uses cleaner words. Conceptual reversion. Energy reallocation. Anomaly dissolution. It means the same thing. To give Arthur life, we must erase her. Unwind the starlight and null-energy back into base components and feed them into the machine of his rebirth. The choice is an abyss. It yawns open at my feet, cold and absolute.

"But before you kill us, explain this—how did I survive my own execution three years ago if rebirth magic is impossible? How does Aria carry the signature of death and resurrection if such power does not exist?" "Aberrations," Malachar said dismissively. "Mistakes in the natural order that must be corrected." "Or powers you want to steal for yourselves," I said, understanding flooding through me. "That is what this is really about. The cult wants to harvest our rebirth abilities. Turn them into weapons."