Eraser: Reborn Cast Novels & Stories

“What?” “Let the memories of these events, cease to even be past tense. Wipe the slate as clean as air, let no recollection haunt them ne'er.” (spell from research) Cruella recited the spell immediately and her hands which were on his head glowed, erasing the memory of what she had said earlier. Sebastian felt disoriented at first as he looked around, trying to recall what just happened but the moment his gaze landed on Cruella's face, he remembered what they were supposed to do. “Go on, you go first.” Sebastian said, and Cruella's eyes widened.

"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.

That night, I'd overheard Derek talking to himself. At first, I'd wanted to figure out who he was talking to. Unexpectedly, a cold electronic voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It told me that it was Derek's system. But because I was the target receiving the transferred injuries, the moment I became aware of its existence, it automatically bound itself to me as well. At first, I was surprised, but then I considered the fact that I'd been reborn. Thus, the existence of a system didn't seem that far-fetched.

Blade was there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, he glanced at me once, then pushed himself off the wall. “Done?” he asked. I nodded. “Good.” He didn’t ask for details, didn’t need to. Instead, he studied my face for a moment longer. Then smirked slightly, “You look lighter.” I exhaled slowly and nodded. He was not wrong. “I did feel lihgter.” Because whatever lingering thread I had in the past, it was gone now, completely.

Cassandra thought as she took in their every detail. Everything about them was intimidating, from their hair to their toe, especially the one that stood out as the leader. Cassandra recognized him, not him but his big foot. He was the one that had knocked her down back at home and he was the one she had watched the day she arrived. Now, she had the opportunity to see his face fully, although the lights were dim, she saw him anyway. If he was the Eros Castillo everyone had talked about, then she had agreed in her heart that he was indeed Lucifer's reincarnated. He was beautiful in the face and had a sexiness that seemed so loud that it was almost deafening. The grace at which he walked was to

Something that's going to destroy everything if I don't stop it. I go to work again. Wait for the fourth. Wait for the last piece. He comes at noon. Dark. Divine. Beautiful. Erebus. He doesn't order coffee. Just stares at me. "You're starting to remember." "Yes." I don't deny it. "Pieces. Flashes. Enough to know this isn't right. This isn't real." "It's real." He moves closer. "Just different. Rebuilt. Reset. You gave us a second chance. A new beginning."

No longer captive. Reborn predator.

“Lead us, Aelys.” Aelys rises, her twin-star eyes radiant, her voice resolute. “Seris, your chaos ends here.” The reborn world pulses, the Veil’s hum strong, but Seris’s hybrid aura surges, her blade slashing, a new rift forming behind her. Elara’s essence fades, its voice a whisper. “Child, your heart prevails.”

I hissed, my hands already finding the serrated combat blade I’d tucked into the waistband of my silk robe. ​"A 'Scourge' unit," Malakai muttered, his eyes scanning the perimeter through the villa's integrated HUD, which was now projecting onto the glass of the balcony door. "The Vane Board of Directors had a private insurance policy. If the Architects failed, they triggered the 'Erasers.' These aren't soldiers, Leona. They’re freelancers—men who have been surgically altered to be invisible to every digital sensor on the planet. They’re 'Zero-Footprint' killers."

After Celeste died in his last life, that debt had fermented into ten years of guilt. But the girl with the bandaged ankle in the photo was Elena. The girl wearing the red cape was also Elena. Adrian stood in the empty room and finally understood how badly he had been wrong.