I Reborn Novels & Stories

"I mean, you're like 200 years old. Why do you look like a kid?" "Oh, right. No, I'm sort of reborn with my charges. I look like a kid, because I sort of am a kid. Not my mind, but my body is." "Reborn? So you are a baby when we are?" "Not really. At four years old I kind of shrink back down from being a man to being four years old again. Then I grow up from there. And even my mind sort of starts over so I can think similar to the age group."

There,she too out a large egg that was as large as that of a turkey and walked back to me with it. "this is your firebid egg,you should name it and it will hatch by itself but you must do that once you are reborn.. We have less than ten minutes to reborn you.. Come quick hold my hands! " She muttered with strenght and I found myself hurrying towards her. I took her hands and soon before I could even blink my eyes we had disappeared and appeared in the open dusty desert.. The atmosphere was really terrifying like the first time she was here and she sulked in her breath.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

he whispered, a flicker of something—hope, disbelief, fear—crossing his face. The masked figure in the broadcast turned slightly, their gaze piercing through the screen as if daring anyone to challenge their rise. Ezekiel's chest tightened, and for the first time in weeks, his heart raced. Though he knew it was impossible, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the figure’s presence was all too familiar. Back at the compound, the masked successor descended the grand staircase, her voice calm yet commanding. “The underworld has followed chaos for far too long,” she announced. “Now, it will follow me.”

Not now. As I reached my room and closed the door behind me, I allowed a small, bitter smile to play on my lips. They didn't know the truth yet, but they would when I started biting them like bees. All of them would pay for what they did. Being transferred back in time had given me a second chance, and I intended to use it to exact the revenge they all deserved. This time, they would all face the consequences.

Gwen replied and Cruella bounced her head. “About what you said yesterday, I thought about it..” She started and Gwen looked at her with keen interest, waiting for her to conclude. “How do I do it?” “Do what?” Gwen asked with furrowed brows. “I want to get revenge for my parents. If it were because of Greenville I won't be bothered but like you said, my parents death can't be in vain. So how do I get revenge?” She asked and Gwen smiled. “By becoming the Tribrid.” She answered

He questioned, His mind raced with questions, but he remained attentive, waiting for her to explain. Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes searching Scott's face for any signs of judgment. "A rebirth is someone who has lived multiple lives, reincarnating into different bodies throughout history," she explained. "In each lifetime, a rebirth retains the memories and experiences of her past lives, but their physical appearance and identity change."

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

But since she couldn't find Rachel and me, she turned her madness on them. Robbie lost his right hand. He could never again hold a pen. Ned had his Achilles tendon severed. He could never again serve in the military. A pitiful end, truly. But no, Rachel and I did laugh. Robbie and Ned had long since rotted in our yesterday. Now, I stood as a scholar presenting at international conferences, while Rachel became a businesswoman admired by all. Even our parents—the ones who once oppressed us and looked down on us—now come crawling, begging for our help.