Blade Rebirth Novels & Stories

004 "This isn't the first time you've bled like this." Herzl said quietly, his voice a laced with concern. "You have always taken longer to heal than others, even before you were bitten. Remember that time you scraped your knee as a child and it took weeks to heal?" Rebecca frowned, her eyes flickering towards him. "I...I remember." She said, her voice small. "But I thought that was just because I was human." Rebecca’s response was barely out before a sudden sensation, like a mental “ping”, vibrated across Kenziel’s mind, interrupting his attention. For a split second, his focus wavered, but he quickly refocused on the scene before him.

When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else. I hurriedly texted Mirabelle, asking her to come back. … Mirabelle had settled down somewhere and was still live-streaming. The scene of me barging into her room earlier had been broadcast live, and now thousands of viewers were pouring into her stream. "You latecomers just missed it, but the heiress of the Hawthorne family went ballistic over her housekeeper's glow-up." "Are you sure that was Rosetta? She looked nothing like her; she looked more like a middle-aged woman who'd let herself go."

I showed them a trick—folding a leaf before fighting it. They laughed. I wanted to freeze that scene—magnify it. Because war was coming. The Bond Rekindled That evening, Reya found me in the forging tent—flames twisting inside and casting shadows. I watched her watch me—watch us forging blades etched with Lunaris runes. When she stepped near, side by side, I felt it again—the new bond. It wasn’t mate, not the cursed bond we once carried. It was choice. Love reborn.

I anxiously tried to stop them, but Jared suddenly snatched Larry's baton and smashed it on me, knocking me to the ground. He was seething with rage. "No wonder…it's the same in the past—you two are in this together, trying to deceive me!" I was shocked to realize that Jared was also reborn. No wonder he had insisted that I was lying on the phone despite not asking for his help this time. But as blood poured out from my body, my head began to spin, and I could barely speak. All I could do was lie there, struggling weakly. Jared took in a deep breath and clamped his hand tightly on my wrist. "Do you know what the consequences of hurting the daughter of the Spencer family are?

"Did you think that I was your pack member when you forced me to drink the wolfsbane poison?" Darius' face turned as pale as a sheet when he heard what I said. "Y-you were reborn too? But all of those things happened in our past lives! I've been reborn now. I've changed. I can—" "What can you do?" I asked, interrupting him. "What can you give me? The Luna title? Have you forgotten that Ingrid is your mate and the future Luna of your pack? Or did you want to give me your guilt or apologies? I don't need them."

“I want to live.” The words trembled through the dream space. Raya’s breath faltered. “Live… how.” “Not as a fracture,” Ria answered. “Not as a voice trapped in your blood. I want to be reborn.” The word hung heavy between them. Reborn. “You would leave me,” Raya whispered. “No,” Ria said firmly. “I would change form. I would no longer blur your edges. I would no longer compete for control. I would become separate.”

"The past's over. Our new story has just begun." The betrayal, cold, and despair buried in the snowstorm all belonged to Raine of the past life. In this life, I had a man who loved me, my parents, and the simple, beautiful warmth of a real home. I was finally alive. "Let's go. Everyone's waiting for us." "Sure." I lifted the hem of my gown, took Conrad's hand, and pushed the doors open. Behind them, I was greeted with a wave of cheers and blessings.

Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

An old but powerful voice pulled me out of the endless darkness. "You're the one, Lily Stenson." I looked around the York family's indoor training grounds. The one who had just spoken was Emily Harrison. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. I was surrounded by dozens of other elite bodyguards, who were clad in black training uniforms just like mine. They were the cream of the crop of other security companies within the country and were sent to participate in the competition.

Etienne jested and Nadine rolled her eyes. Actually, she was still stunned and her mind was spinning. She had no idea how to handle the fact that she had been reborn! She looked down at her hands—young, unscarred, unburdened by the pain she had carried in her previous life. She was seventeen again, and in just a few hours, she would turn eighteen.