Death And Rebirth Novels & Stories

They had been upset and sad just moments ago, but the earth that bred vitality just appeared at the next second? Pisces patted the ground and asked, “Are you sure this is earth that breeds vitality?” Phoebe confidently answered, “Yes! The deceased souls gather in the Tree of Life, and they need to be nurtured again to reincarnate. Only earth that breeds lives can enable souls to reincarnate. So, only earth that nurtures lives can make the Tree of Life grow. Both of them complement each other, and they are actually one.”

Most never bounced back, and two even jumped to their deaths from the pressure. Edward sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair, which had turned completely white overnight. I tried to comfort him. "Don't blame yourself, Mr. Hopkins. They chose their own path."

I stood under the spotlight and began my acceptance speech. "The theme of my collection is death and rebirth. It isn't just a set of clothes—it's a reflection of everything I've gone through recently. I believe there are many people out there like me, who have lived through betrayal and lies, and who have found themselves trapped in situations that feel absolutely hopeless. "But rock bottom is never the end. Saying goodbye to the wrong people and the wrong things, tearing apart the chains that hold you down, and rebuilding your own world—that is what true rebirth looks like.

Despair twisted his face as he shouted at me, "Zoey! I don't ask for your forgiveness, but please, wait for me, won't you? Don't fall in love with someone else…" I looked at him with the calm detachment of a stranger. "Gary, I don't hate you anymore." Gary's eyes lit up, even as he was pressed down to the floor. He still stared at me with desperate hope. "Then… will you still give me a fair chance? Can we start over?" I shook my head. My voice was steady. "But I don't love you anymore. No one will stay in the same place waiting forever, Gary. The man I loved—the one whose heart held only me—died long ago, buried across 999 lifetimes.

She put the name at the darkest corner of her mind and hoped to never remember it again. One can only become a Reborn when one is dying. The brains of humans is said to be alive some minutes before it dies with the body. The brain is, therefore, transferred into an artificial body. The memories, thoughts and freewill remain with the Reborn when they are woken.

I cried. “Wherever your feet take you to…” Nona drawled. “Dove, your name is now Deidre... it means sorrow. In whatever you do, justice and sorrow , in any way, must follow… in the path of revenge, you must do what it takes to acquire justice.” Nona said and clasped my hand. “Do it…for your family… do it…for me…do it for anyone those bastards had touched” she added. “And bury me outside the village… my ancestors was buried there and it is my turn to be buried there…” she drawled

There are a few seconds before the full force of what he’s pushing on me settles in. I am his mate, I belong to him, and he to me. I was born for this. I was made for this. This is my purpose. As soon as that thought slithers through my brain, the pleasure hits me. Sweeping over me like a fucking tidal wave. It’s beyond earth-shattering, it’s life-changing. My entire existence explodes. This is everything. This is what it feels like to die over and over. To be reborn, to be remade.

She whispered to him on her way out . As soon as she left, he took out his phone and called someone. “Hello chairman, she alone now. Okay.” He placed the phone by my ear and it was grandfather speaking. No. Begging. Desperately. “Kara, I know I've not been good to you but I can't let you die. No way. Please forgive me? Forgive this ignorant grandfather of yours, hm? Please– I don't want to be punished in the afterlife so can you please forgive me,huh?” grandfather's desperate pleas reached my ears even though I couldn't respond.

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

I started, still thinking of what exactly I could tell him, “But I am going to start with one sentence, and I am going to assure you that this sentence is the whole truth, and nothing else.” Harris leaned forward, and his eyebrows were raised in confusion. “Okay,” he answered, “What is it?” “The world is going to end in six days.” He blinked, his brows furrowed, and his mouth grew wide open with shock. I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.”