Attack On Titan Reborn Novels & Stories

"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."

Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the heavy silence: “That’s... impossible. She’s dead. We saw her fall.” Damien’s dark eyes hardened, jaw tightening. “We thought she was dead... before.” A War Reborn The screen shifted, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean—a warship-like structure, sleek and armored, deadlier than anything we’d ever faced. Suddenly, static crackled through the secured comms, breaking the fragile silence. "You thought you ended me... but I was never yours to kill..."

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

“In that case, the person who invested in Ferra Film Group, became Jewell Corporation’s shareholder, and went to Country R three months ago is Eliza. Then who was the Reborn who appeared in the US six years ago?” “Yes. The first appearance of Reborn six years ago definitely wasn’t Eliza.” Ken nodded quickly. As expected of Young Master Jewell, he could grasp the essential points from a pile of mixed and complicated information.

Tyr’s vitality energy recovered at an alarming rate, and he was back to his prime in no time. “You all want to kill me? Who do all of you think you are?” Tyr, who had reverted to his former glory, teleported in front of the Sword Titan. He smashed Sword Titan violently with a slap, causing the latter’s body to be torn apart. All of this happened in a very short time. Even Barbarian King and Banjee had no idea what the heck was going on. What the hell was going on with that bloody vortex?

It did not end there. It continued and I was watching a battle scene. It was me in Ryan's arms, smiling at him as he sat, bent over me, crying a river. Wait, was it me or was it Sherizad. At that moment I realised, Sherizad and Sherry, we're nothing different. I was Her and she was me. I was the controversial werewolf Alpha queen, reborn as Sherizad, or Sherry, the human. It was the same soul, breathing in my chest, with a different body and a different flesh.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

Roderick shifted back and walked over to the rouge holding the little girl and snatched roughly out of his jaws, taking her flesh as he did, not caring she was crying and in agony. Within seconds my aura engulfed me and then slammed out of me. I howled with the enormous amount of engery and emotion it dispersed itself with. I was glowing and everything was glowing around me too forcing those in front of me to shift back into their human. My aura was a bold green the colour of life on this earth meaning I had be reborn into this body waiting for him to grow up and awaken me.

The sight of him, battered and bleeding but alive, made me almost choke on my own sobs. Amory knelt beside me, clutching his stomach where blood seeped through his fingers, his face pale and weakened. Yet, when our eyes met, a glimmer of something more—hope, survival—flickered in his gaze. “It’s gone, Amory,” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper as I looked down at his wrist, confirming what my heart so desperately wanted to believe. “The death mark… it’s really gone.” My voice broke, relief flooding me as I sobbed. “It’s all over, right?”