How Death Became My Rebirth Novels & Stories

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity. This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg— I just walked away to Cambridge, and he went mad trying to find me. ... Seeing the man lying next to me, my heart stopped. My whole body aches as if it has been run over by a car, and the mess on the floor reminded me that I had been reborn. While Gilbert was still asleep, I tiptoed to put on my clothes, preparing to jump out the window and run away.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

Some of the resurrected were celebrating. Others were attacking the living. A few were screaming in confusion. Mora continued: “Life without death is not freedom.” “It is imprisonment.” Death stepped forward. “Mother, let me fix it.” Mora looked at her. “You?” “Yes.” Mora laughed. “You don’t even remember how.” Death’s Memory Mora touched Death’s forehead. Suddenly Death screamed. Memories flooded back. She saw herself as a child. A little girl standing beside Mora. She remembered holding her mother’s hand.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

While devouring their meal, they watched as my body slowly lost warmth until I froze to death, becoming a corpse in the snow. In my past life, they managed to hold out until rescue arrived because they saved the food meant for me and had gained a little more space in the car. As for me, I became the unfortunate woman in the news who supposedly froze to death after leaving the car in an angry fit. Now that I was reborn, I wouldn't be a fool trying to wake them from their foolish thinking. I was going to watch them swallow their poison. "Ugh! Why is the pot taking so long to get hot?" Pamela complained impatiently as she poked at the half-raw meatballs.

Once the call ended, I crouched down in a corner of the road and cried. This wasn't my revenge plan. This was another sad life I'm reliving. I hadn't expected my life to turn out like this. I was probably the first lady to be reborn to face more challenges. Here I was, living a life where I suddenly realized was a lie. Actually, I didn't have a life. Was it because I was fed drugs that cleared my system or the fact that I died twice and was still reborn? I couldn't tell if I was prone to death, but I was scared and didn't like what was happening.

Mom blurted out, "And what about you? What about you? You've loved Oscar for years." The whole table was still reeling. They all turned to look at me, expressions impossible to read. I held up the reassignment letter and smiled. "I've accepted a posting from the alliance. I'm transferring to Cero City." Cero City was the crossroads connecting every pack. No alpha ruled it. Only the alliance delegation operated out of there. It was the default location for council summits. It was also the place where Oscar had died trying to save me. In my last life, I'd received the same letter. I turned it down.

Hence, I couldn't not love her. Still, I knew that with this second chance at life, I had to give up everything if it meant I could cut off all ties with her. As my heart's blood was drained, warm blood seeped continuously from the corner of my mouth. The agony sent me crashing to the ground, and right before I lost consciousness, I dazedly recalled the very last words she said to me in my last life. "Michael Sommerson, how wonderful my life would've been if I hadn't met you…"