Novel & Cerita Her Vengeful Rebirth

"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.

he asked. “Because they broke her… There’s nothing else keeping her alive other than the sheer fact of vengeance. Pure hatred against those who harm her and her unborn child. Just like what we’ve been through,” she said as she caressed her son’s cheek. “Are you just saying because she reminds you of…” He paused and let his words hang in the air. She scoffed, “Nonsense. You must remember, son. Women never forget… Especially mothers. We’ll burn the world if we can.” She pointed out, her eyes turning scarlet. Her gentle touches turn into a tight grip.

I could see the gears turning in his mind, as if he was calculating the next move, trying to figure out how he fit into this puzzle of revenge I was laying out. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, since you’ve made up your mind about this revenge thing,” he said, his voice calm, but I could sense the weight behind his words. “Do you have a plan to accomplish it, or are we flying blind here?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I have a plan… sort of,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Before I was reborn, the Moon Goddess told me a few things. She gave me some guidance, a path to follow.”

," River said, patience filled in his voice. I nodded as I thought critically. River sat there patiently waiting for me to decide, so they could give me a new life immediately. I sighed deeply. I was determined to use this rebirth as an opportunity to seek revenge on those who had wronged me. And with River's support, I felt more confident than ever that justice would be served. I knew the reason I was given a second chance was to avenge my death and that of my parents who were brutally killed by the ungrateful Constance and her now-husband. As I thought about my revenge, the answer to River's question clicked in. "I want to be known as Elara," I finally said, my voice steady and determined.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

I listened to her, trying to understand what exactly this was. “Eva came back strong seven years after her death, wasn’t Lucien seven when he was declared missing ?” As stupid as it sounded, the pieces where aligning but I chose not to believe it, because if I did I would run mad. “Eva and Lucien, do you think the goddess would just let her be reborn without a price?… a costful painful price, Lucien must have been taken to the underworld just for Eva resurrection” Impossible !! I declared, this was nonsense, this was a false tale.

Only moonlight remained now, spilling across the stones like silver blood. Aeron’s voice was a low growl. “I’ve heard fragments of that story before. Whispers in temple ruins. Legends in the old books. But why tell it to me now?” The Horax stepped forward. His mask gleamed like bone in the dark. “Because she has returned, Alpha Aeron. Reborn not as a goddess… but as flesh.” Aeron’s breath hitched. “Reincarnated?” “Yes. Not celestial this time. But powerful nonetheless. Her soul lies in a vessel—one that even she may not fully understand yet.”

That was when she understood: he had returned, just as she had, carrying memories that were never meant to be spoken aloud. So the attack must have been his trigger—that brush with death tearing open the boundaries between past and present. Her hatred, instead of fading, twisted sharper. Reborn, just like her, but for him it was a gift—a chance to beg and plead. For her, it was a curse, forcing her to relive every last agony. The rage that welled inside her was almost dizzying. If the universe had granted them both a second life, it wasn’t for reconciliation. It was so she could finally make him pay.

She did not look like the traumatized girl who just fled from my touch in the grass. She held the temple's sacred silver offering dagger flush against the High Priest's throat.