Her Vengeful Rebirth Novels & Stories

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.

"Well, I won't blame you." Sharon nodded her head excitedly with a fleeting look of sinisterness in her eyes. Kisa woke up again at night. She leaned against the window, looking at the lights outside, and a loneliness and confusion that she had never felt flushed through her. Ever since she survived that fire, her only goal was to survive. Now that she had recovered, her goal was to take revenge on all those who had humiliated and hurt her. But when she was done taking revenge, she lost direction. She brought a glass of wine and leaned against the window. She took a sip, but all that came to her mind was the image of the man she had been with.

Etienne jested and Nadine rolled her eyes. Actually, she was still stunned and her mind was spinning. She had no idea how to handle the fact that she had been reborn! She looked down at her hands—young, unscarred, unburdened by the pain she had carried in her previous life. She was seventeen again, and in just a few hours, she would turn eighteen.

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.

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome. She turned back to gaze at the closing wolves, took a deep breath, and steeled herself for the struggle to come over the things that mattered most.

I told her about the wish. The last-moment request made in the specific desperation of a man who understood he had been outmaneuvered and wanted one more chance to do it differently. The shock of waking reborn. The disorientation of inhabiting a body that was entirely his own but felt newly occupied, like furniture rearranged in a familiar room. I told her about the wolf. How he had been diminished from the moment of the rebirth. The muted frequency, the inexplicable silence of something that had always been present. The pack healers with their careful advice that changed nothing.

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.

but she remembers everything me:- okay I will protect her and please let me be reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to be reborn

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.