Fern Pokemon Reborn Novels & Stories

Sheraphina whispered tightly, “What did it say?” Thomas closed his eyes. “‘Your daughter’s orphan is of age. Return what belongs to us.’” Sheraphina went still. Completely still. Daughter’s orphan. Of age. Return what belongs to us. She felt her breath break. “Grandpa… what am I supposed to return?” He held her face gently, with trembling hands. “Not you, my child.” He whispered like a vow. “Never you. They cannot have you.” But she could see it in his eyes.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

My heart leaped for joy at the realization, and I couldn't help but scream excitedly. There was a reason she brought me back, and that reason is nothing but REVENGE. In my past life, I have made countless mistakes. I was too naive and oblivious about what life truly was. Now that I know everything, I won't make those mistakes twice. I will make sure Alexis and Damon paid for the pain they caused me. They caused my death and now that I have been reborn, I'll make them pay ten folds. This is no longer the shy and naive Crimson, this is the new one, and I'm coming with full force. I got dressed and packed my hair into a ponytail before picking up my purse and phone. The door flung open and Alex

The other young werewolves cheered as the echoes went through the trees. "Go, Sophia! Show them your stuff!" yelled Ash, one of her closest friends and also part of the pack, tall and powerful, his dark brown hair glinting in the moonlight. "Look out! Here I come!" she giggled, tripping him into a gentle tumble, landing lightly on her feet. "Good one!" Ash clapped, grinning from ear to ear. Just then, her best friend, Daniel, joined the training circle. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparked mischievously. "See that? I can do it better, I bet!" he teased jollily.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

Sabrina tells him. “No, It’s not that. It’s more important than that. These are my babies. I don’t want another man to raise them. I was helping you in the bathroom yesterday, when it hit me. And I need to share it with you,” Poseidon sighs. “Okay, I’m listening,” Sabrina tells him. “I have fallen in love with you,” Poseidon lies to his human breeder. He knows she will not survive the birth of these babies. So, making her last days happy will help their babies be stronger.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Then suddenly— I crash onto solid ground. “Ow!” Pain shoots through my back, I groan and sit up and the sight before me steals the breath from my lungs, the most beautiful garden I have ever seen stretches endlessly around me. Flowers bloom in colors I've never seen before, crystal streams flow through emerald grass, golden butterflies dance through the air and everything glows with life. Then something moves and my attention snaps forward, a creature emerges from a hole directly ahead and my jaw nearly drops. A dragon, like an actual dragon, huge and beautiful, its scales shimmer beneath the sunlight, eyes glow with ancient intelligence.

I close my eyes, clutching the sheets, grounding myself in the texture, the scent, the warmth of light. When I open them, Damon is closer. Too close. He crouches beside the bed, studying me with a strange fascination, as though trying to remember what he’s supposed to feel. His hand twitches before it reaches out, brushing my hair from my face. His fingers are warm. “I thought I had lost you again,” he whispers. “But Morwein’s magic worked. You’re back. Whole.” Morwein. The name burns through the haze, lighting up the corners of my fear.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?