Romans & histoires Name Meaning Reborn

he said while watching the more active one who had already kicked off part of his blanket, "I want to name him Liran. It means freedom." I smiled immediately and touched by the meaning. "Freedom." I echoed softly. "That suits him." Marius smiled back at me. "He was so strong when he entered this world. I could sense his energy even when you were in pain. He also reminds me of you. He is strong-willed and stubbornly free." "Then what about the younger one?" "For him, I want to call him Soren. It means perseverance." I repeated the name under my breath and tasting it like something precious.

Carved into the earth with precision, deep and glowing faintly, was a sigil neither of them recognized—interwoven with Lyra’s name. And beside it, burned into a blackened tree: “The Rebirth Begins.”

So perfect. "I don't know," I said. "I hadn't—hadn't decided. Didn't want to choose until I met him. Until I knew—knew who he was." "He's strong," Grace said. Touching the baby's tiny hand. "He's brave. He protected himself before being born. He chose when to come. He's—he's fighter. Like all of us." "What about Phoenix?" Reaper suggested. "Rising from ashes. Being reborn. Starting new. That's—that's what he represents. New beginning. New hope. New life after everything we've survived."

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

… 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.

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

It did not end there. It continued and I was watching a battle scene. It was me in Ryan's arms, smiling at him as he sat, bent over me, crying a river. Wait, was it me or was it Sherizad. At that moment I realised, Sherizad and Sherry, we're nothing different. I was Her and she was me. I was the controversial werewolf Alpha queen, reborn as Sherizad, or Sherry, the human. It was the same soul, breathing in my chest, with a different body and a different flesh.

Logan meant hollow in the Old Tongue, but to us, it meant rebirth—of a name, of a bloodline, of a world. The name felt right. Heavy with purpose. Beautiful in its defiance. Link had whispered it first, resting his hand over our son’s chest as he slept in the cradle carved from silverwood and lined with Phoenix feathers. “Logan,” he said. “Our little inferno.” The name settled on his skin like a crown. The celebration was modest.

Chapter 19 Marco’sPOV I jolted awake on the metal reception chair and flitted my eyes to the neon sign above the operating theatre that indicated where Vvissuta had been undergoing surgery for the last ten hours. That was what I had decided to call the unknown woman Sopravvisuta. It means Survivor and only a survivor could had survived that nasty fall from the top of the mountain.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.