How Death Became My Rebirth Novels & Stories

A mocking smile formed at the corner of my mouth. "Stephen, you know my condition is critical. If I die in this hospital today, you can't escape responsibility! You've already laid your hands on me, and your fingerprints are on my body. “Are you prepared to go down with me? Can you bear to lose your beloved Lily? Even if I were to die again, I'm certain I would be reborn. But you might not be so lucky!" His eyes widened at my words. "You know the secret of rebirth? Tell me! How does one get reborn?"

The world smelled of smoke and death. I pushed myself up, my hands sinking into the crumbling earth, fingers brushing embers that still glowed faintly. My chest heaved as I sucked in air, each breath tasting of ash and fire. Fuck, everything hurt, my bones, my muscles, even my soul if there is such a thing. This was the price of rebirth. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. How many times have I done this now? Ten? Twenty? More? It didn’t matter. The pain never changed, and neither did the emptiness that followed.

And now… now I was lying to her every single day, pretending to be someone I wasn’t. What scared me even more was the connection between us. The night we both died—how could that not mean something? I’d been reborn, just like her. It wasn’t some random coincidence. There had to be a reason, some deeper force that had brought us both back. But I didn’t understand it. I didn’t know why, or how, or what it meant for us.

“How could I? After all, it turned me into the person I am today.” She took a step closer, her presence suffocating and electric all at once. “Unfortunately for you, Magnar, I didn’t die that night. I was reborn as something else entirely. So if there’s anyone who should really be afraid, it’s you. After all, I’ve already defeated death once.” She paused, her eyes locking with mine, daring me to respond. “So, who the hell are you to stand in my way?” Her words were venomous, each one driving a stake deeper into my chest. Reborn? What the hell was she talking about?

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"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.

This made her jump off the bed with joy, completely forgetting she was naked. She walked close to the big wall mirror, admiring her leg. Her face had ceased to smile the day she woke up without a leg. She dared not look others in the face and had always accepted whatever life threw at her, but her glow was back. Her hand went to the mirror table, where she took her mobile, flipping through the calendar. It was 5 years earlier—she had been granted a rebirth 5 years earlier. Oh… just how much she missed it was very clear and written in her eyes. She felt so happy having her leg back and being given a second chance. Now everything made sense. She had been given a second chance to rewrite everyt

However, he hadn't called her. The call automatically disconnected. There was no response from Stephen's end. Natalie's heart tightened. She sat on the sidewalk, feeling lost. In her mind, flashes of the final scenes from her previous life kept reappearing. She even pondered on the meaning of her rebirth. Though she had been full of pride before Cedric, deep down, alone, she had to admit her own misery. It might not be as drastic as her previous life, where she had her vision taken away or burned alive in Scarlet Villa.

Earned through death and resurrection, through torture and survival, through loving Zack with everything I had even when the universe tried to tear us apart. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" My voice resonated with cosmic authority that made reality itself tremble. The shadow beasts froze. Every single one, locked in place as if time had stopped for them alone. Malachar's confident expression cracked. "Impossible. She is just a Luna. She should not have this kind of—" "I am not just a Luna." I rose slowly, power crackling around me like lightning. "I am death and rebirth made flesh. I am the answer to your ritual and your destruction. I am what happens when you push someone too far."

“Of course I remembered how I fucking killed you but here you are making me do the same thing again. But this time I promise to do a clean Job and kill you for real. Don't worry, you won’t come back. You won’t have a chance to undo this.” I felt my knees wobble, my body threatening to collapse, how the fuck did she know about my rebirth? I thought it was impossible for anyone else to figure that out. “I… I am not… reborn,” I stammered, my voice weak, cracking. “I… I’m not…”