Romans & histoires How Death Became My Rebirth

Her words now helped me understand their meaning on a whole new level. There is no actual death, Iza. Yes, we are all destined to change but never truly die. It’s simply a changing of forms, a metamorphosis. When one form dies, another emerges, becoming more than before. You see, even in death, there is birth. If they’re lucky, everyone dies multiple times to be reborn into a more significant form of self.

The sun was well up over the treetops the next morning, leaving in its wake a flood of gold. But anything less like sunshine would be hard to find, as Sophia hurled herself from side to side in her bed, greatly beset with doubts. What's going on with Daniel? Why does he act so differently? That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away.

she said. Zoey looked at the girl's delicate profile and asked, "Carolyn, do you believe in rebirth?" "Rebirth?" Carolyn exclaimed for a moment, "I have seen a few novels about rebirth, but I myself don't believe in it." "If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it either." Carolyn opened her mouth and said, "You mean..." "Yes," Zoey affirmed, "I was reborn."

As if nothing important now than the life that sacrifice! How cruel destiny is, how schemeful the fate is, and how...everyone thought the death of last of the list, yet thought to be the start, was to happened for the ultimate preparation to come! “It was the return of all Spirit,” he said, not even bothered to feel good. He only watched as the chain broke, until the bloody mist to glow and gudie the Spirit back to the world, then vanished as if not exist at all. “For all Corpse that choose to experience death to live an eternal life. Was it the price that she paid upon reborn without change...?”

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

God, I shouldn't have gone so close to her, I should've stopped this before it got too complicated. Now, it seemed like a journey without an end. I was doomed. "Death." Alex whispered. “What?” “The way out is death.” I chuckled. “Are you asking me to die, Alex?” Alex shook his head, “what does death mean in our world.” “It could mean a lot of things, soldier,” I hummed. “In this case. . .a rebirth perhaps.” “Then yes, Ricardo, I am asking you to be reborn.” A wave of cold sensation settled at the base of my spine.

🔥 Aurelia gasped— Her soul yanked from death— Light swallowing darkness— ** She was reborn. Her second chance had begun.

When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven. Instead, I met Death. He scooped my soul from the darkness. He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "Child, you have suffered too much," he said. "I will give you a choice. True death, or a new life?" I chose life without hesitation. I wanted to live again, looking just as I had before. The first thing I did after my rebirth was return to the palace. My father thought he was seeing a ghost. His eyes were raw and swollen from grief.

Strong arms lifted her, cradling her against a chest she had pushed away a thousand times. "Stay with me," Lucian commanded, his voice breaking in a way she had never heard before. "Don’t you dare die. Do you hear me? I won’t let you die. I don’t care if I have to defy fate itself — you’re not leaving. Not like this." But darkness was claiming her, dragging her down into an abyss of regret and pain. Her last coherent thought was a prayer, a desperate wish: If I could go back... if I could do it all differently... I would. I swear I would. Then there was nothing. ---