How Death Became My Rebirth Novels & Stories

The room stayed quiet after that confession and then he exhaled slowly. “That is unfortunate.” “Unfortunate?” He nodded once. “To return through murder is always harder.” “What does that mean?” I asked in confusion. “It means your second life was never going to be simple.” “Okay??" I asked as my curiosity heightened. “You returned because something was wrong.” “Yes.” “But returning does not automatically save you.” “I don’t understand.” “The reason for rebirth is correction.” He said as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. “You are given another chance to right what destroyed you.”

I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I wasn't just showing signs of early menopause; I also had diabetes and high blood pressure. Marcus not only mocked my appearance but also openly brought other women to the villa for the night. I was so furious that I had a stroke and collapsed, begging him to take me to the hospital. Without sparing me a glance, he walked straight into our bedroom with the woman he'd brought home. By the time someone found me the next day, it was too late. I died on the way to the hospital. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the cause and never let history repeat itself.

Instead, she released my hand and walked a few steps closer to the water. For one terrible moment, I thought she would tell me to mind my own business, and change the topic. But she didn’t. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked directly into my eyes. “The truth is…” she paused for a second before she continued, “I died…” I blinked, "Uh.. What?" "I died, Harris." Her voice trembled slightly. "And then I came back." For several seconds, I couldn't find a single word to say. Yeah, super powers existed, mutated creatures existed, those things I knew. But apparently, resurrections were real now?

Behind Madam Brown stood a large group of reporters, all pointing their cameras at Evelyn. Then it hit her. Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her heart nearly stopped. She remembered this scene. She could never forget it. She hadn’t died. She had been given another chance. She had been reborn. And not just anywhere. She had returned to the very first night she had spent with Alexander two years ago. Which meant… Last night hadn’t been a dream. It had really happened. Tears immediately filled Evelyn’s eyes. It was unbelievable. She was alive.

“Noya. Baby. I know the last few days have been ugly. But this isn’t you. You don’t run. You don’t shut people out. Whatever is going on in your head, we can deal with it together. Just tell me where you are.” I felt nothing. “You watched me die,” I said quietly. “In another life. You stood on the safe side of a gate and watched the infected tear me apart. You told me I should have been the one who died instead of Lily. You had a son with her. I woke up with time to change it. So I am taking every useful thing out of your hands. When the world ends again, I will not open any gate for you.” Silence stretched on the other end.

On the day of my pyre, my body had been reassembled. The mortician was skilled. I looked… almost whole. For a moment, I studied the still figure laid out before the sacred flames. I had to admit— Death became me. I looked better than I had in years. No fear. No pain. No exhaustion carved into my bones. Just stillness. Peace. My parents came to see me off. Caden could not. Pack justice for killing Seraphina had been swift—and merciless.

As for Irene and Pierre, Hades waved his hand in the air, and suddenly, a red cross appeared on both of their names in the Book of Life. "This is what they brought onto themselves. They deserved it!" Seconds later, I was transported back to my own world. Paul anxiously asked me how it went. I just shook my head and said, "It's all going to be alright." A short while later, Rose interrupted us with an urgent phone call. "Paul! Pierre and Irene are both dead! They were bitten to death by that monster baby that suddenly went berserk on them! "That abomination has already been thrown into the fire. Hurry up and bring my grandson back to me! I can't let anything happen to him!"

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

"I've been searching for the trigger behind their rebirth, but I haven't found it. Maybe death is one such trigger, but who would dare risk it so easily? Only by finding the treasure can we uncover the pattern and start over again." "Start over?" Juan snorted. "That's ridiculous." "I am living proof." "You've been reborn?" "After losing your mother, I was lost in despair and chose to follow her in death. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself alive, as if time had reset. However, I was only sent back to the last day of your mother's life. I couldn't change her fate. That was when I realized I had encountered something beyond natural explanation. So, I faked my death, left home, and spent