Her Vengeful Rebirth Novels & Stories

His tone was hard and heavy and filled with fire. “Yes, Executor Belynn,” said his assistant. “We’ve got a Reborn somewhere in our roster right? Give her cutting edge everything - armor, weapons, meds. Have her go for the ape the moment she’s able. Tell her to pound it deep into the sand. Then prep an intel package against Szereth. Time to crush his margins to nothing.”

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

I complained and faced the elder again. “That is normal,” said the elder. “Because Hera is reborn not in a normal way. If she does, she should be a child now but has a memory of the past. But it turns out she wasn't reborn; she was reborn in your body...Moon Goddess might let her soul come into your body and use it as hers with her memories being erased.” Many stories scattered about someone reborn back then, the same case as mine. But found it too confusing how someone could be reborn without a glimpse of their memories being retained. It might be the Moon Goddess' challenge to me.

Goddesses, rebirth, celestial anomalies. When I saw the faint glow on her body right before she hit the floor, even the first time I f**ked her I saw the mark on her butt,I knew there was something in her. It was not just a mark, it was unique. I’m pretty sure she had not noticed it. Multiple lives Rebirth Resurrection Whatever powers her ancestors buried deep in her bloodline. I was going to own it. Break it. Control it. And now? Now I’m here to harvest it.

A soft, wind like voice, whispered from above. The Moon Goddess! Sharon bowed her head in reverence. "Where am I?" She whispered. "In between worlds on your way to the afterlife child." Sharon's breath caught. "My Goddess you saw what they did to me. I am innocent of all I was accused of." "I know. Your heart is pure. What was done to you was unjust, that is why I am granting your wish and giving you the option of returning." "What?' Sharon exclaimed. "Yes. Rebirth. A second life in a new body. You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay."

"We both know there isn't one." The Gardener's vines pierce her chest. Her scream is swallowed by the storm. --- **The Rebirth** Veyra dies. Veyra lives. She opens her eyes-no longer human, no longer Forgotten. Her skin is bark, her veins bioluminescent sap. The Gardener's power thrums in her voice. ***The fleet will fall.*** The Leviathan pauses, sensing its kin. The black star fleet hesitates. The Upheaval laughs, bitter. "You traded her soul for a *plant*."

"Ms. Hart, can you explain how a clone could even be part of this plan? It sounds like something from a science fiction movie." Elena paused and then answered in a simple, honest tone. "It may sound unbelievable, but our investigations uncovered that my father, Richard Hart, had once supported a secret project called 'Project Echo.' The aim was to preserve a person's essence and even create a copy if needed. When my father fell ill, and as betrayal mounted, those in charge used this technology to create a clone of me. This clone was meant to replace me."

I let him rise, let my power crack the surface, let the old magic answer her call. When I spoke the final word, a white flame shot up between us, wrapping our joined hands and spilling upward until it kissed the temple ceiling. My skin burned. Not in pain, but in revelation. I felt her soul merge with mine—her rage, her grief, her love, her strength. I saw her past lives, not just the one taken by Viktor and Mira, but the ones before that. Lives lived as a guardian, a warrior, a queen. And I knew then that she wasn’t born from vengeance. She had always been born for balance.

How twisted could fate be, that the very devil who killed her now whispered sweet nothings to ease her pain? She blinked back the fresh tears that threatened to fall, unwilling to let him see even a sliver of her truth. Time passed. Long, unbearable minutes of being held in the arms of her murderer. He hadn't loosened his grip, still thinking she was the same meek little lamb—scared, broken, dependent on his strength. But Seraphina… Seraphina was no longer that girl. She was reborn. And though she played the part well, her mind was already painting the canvas of vengeance. A vengeance so beautiful it would leave them both gasping.

Valeria had done what none before her dared. She had survived the Trial of the Forgotten Gods. Her soul was no longer entirely her own — fragmented, infused with ancient sentience. Her blood pulsed with venom and visions. Her voice no longer sounded wholly human. And she was rising. “Speak your name,” the High Priest intoned. “I am rebirth,” she said, eyes burning silver. “I am the void. I am Valeria no longer.” The cult roared. Blood was spilled. Candles ignited with no flame.