Her Vengeful Rebirth Novels & Stories

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.

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.

After he was done, there was nothing she could say about the design since it was actually really nice. The events of her last life flashed past her mind and she quickly took her phone and glanced at the year only to see she had been reborn four years ago! Which meant her daughter was still three years old and she had enough time to enact her revenge. She stared towards Valerie who she could tell was seething inwardly and smirked; Valerie Accardo, I've come back to life to kill you and all those who joined hands with you to ruin my once perfect life.

"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.

Her child is dead. They had erased her name. They had buried her alive. Tears fell. Then stops. Her reflection in the dark window no longer looked fragile. It looked cold. Reborn. Her whisper was steady. “I will come back to avenge my dead child.” “ City K,wait for my return”. The aircraft pierced the clouds. And the woman they tried to erase vanished into the night — carrying a vow sharp enough to shape destiny.

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

I had a nagging feeling that this scene was familiar, that I had been here before, but I couldn't quite place it – I was confused, totally confused. Just as I was about to speak, a sharp pain exploded in my head, and suddenly everything came flooding back. I had been reborn, and this exact scene had happened before in my previous life. I let out a gasp and held my head, trying to process the overwhelming information that was now a part of my consciousness.

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.”

She had laughed and said, "Whatever. I only wanted a child from her, but she's ridiculously fertile, popping out babies one pregnancy after another. "Besides, she's the one taking the physical toll of the pregnancy, and I didn't feel a thing when giving birth. So when I thought about it, getting a few extra sons for free isn't such a bad deal. "The whole system game was quite fun. It's just a shame she died so quickly, or I could have kept playing with her a little longer." Her vicious cruelty and complete lack of morals were what drove me to such a tragic end. Why? What right did she have to treat me this way?