Legacy Reborn Novels & Stories

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

“There were once more of us, Keith. Not all born with full Lycan power. Some carried only fragments — diluted through bloodlines, but still potent. They were jealous of the original clans, of our strength, our longevity. Over time, resentment turned to rebellion.” He opens the book, revealing sketches of wolves with faintly human eyes, notes written in old tongue. “We thought we wiped them out,” he says. “But traces remained. Some went underground, blending with humans. Others became mercenaries, dabbling in magic they didn’t understand. Others broke off into wolf clans watering down their lines until they exist no more.” “Are you saying those males—” “Could be their descendants.” His gaze h

Chapter 23 – Legacy of Blood Across Valenfort, the rivers of blood had dried. But peace was only a thin mask over a city bleeding from within. Lucien stood on the balcony of Crimson Spire — once his tower of power, now headquarters of the reborn Crimson Pact. At his feet, those once loyal to Evelyn or the Hunters now wore black-red robes, submitting under the banner of the “New Era.” But he knew: no submission was eternal. “They bow not from respect, but from fear,” Seraphine’s voice drifted from behind, light as breath yet laced with killing intent. “You’re rebuilding an empire on ashes, Lucien.”

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

“Dad, what do you mean?” “He has just acquired the Legacy, and his foundation is still weak. There’s still time for us to snatch it back from him.” Levi was startled. “How do we snatch it? As far as I know, Immortal Doctor’s Legacy is like the divine enlightenment in Buddhism. It’s instilled into one’s consciousness right away. We can’t possibly switch his mind with mine, right?”

“I think you were reborn. I think you are the Luna in the past.” I look away, I can’t be. I wanted to be Savanah not reborn Cresia.

I asked out loud. “You don’t have to speak, Eva. We are one. I know your thoughts, and you will learn to read mine as well. We can silently communicate with each other through a mindlink. You need to get ready. Do you have anything here that you want to take with you?” Meari asked. “No, I don’t. I just want to leave. But were Tori and Keefe reborn, too?” I asked. “Since the Moon Goddess put us back a month’s time. They are fine. They are alive, and since they won’t have to come here to rescue you, they will not be killed. Not until their time comes,” Meari replied. I sagged in relief at hearing that.

Jay's body lit up from inside, every nerve ending screaming as power he'd never possessed rewired him at the cellular level. Dying. Being reborn. Both. [BREAKTHROUGH COMPLETE] [FIRST MERIDIAN: OPENED] [CULTIVATION RANK: BODY REFINEMENT - FIRST LAYER] [OMEGA DESIGNATION: OVERRIDDEN] [NEW DESIGNATION: SOVEREIGN CULTIVATOR] [CONGRATULATIONS - YOU ARE NOW 0.001% LESS LIKELY TO DIE] Jay collapsed backward. Gasping. His whole body felt like one massive bruise. When he touched his chest, his fingers came away wet—sweat, blood from his nose and mouth.

> [FINAL ROUND UNLOCKED: REWRITE OR DIE] > [PLAYERS: WILLA ROANE, CORVIN THORNE, SELECTED ALLIES] > [PRIZE: SYSTEM REBIRTH OR TOTAL ERASURE] The last words pulsed in time with the void’s tremors. Rebirth. Or nothing. The pen throbbed once more in my hand, the void answering with a matching shiver, as if the whole system took a breath on our cue instead of the other way around. “Nice, simple stakes,” Jax said weakly. “No pressure.” The Admin’s avatar flickered one last time, split halfway between its old, cold mask and something glitchier, less sure.