Pinky Reborn Novels & Stories

"Cecelia Tang, what in the h*ll are you doing?" Urgh! I just can't watch her replace Pinksy Mogul like that. "Cecelia looked at Mango and knew that she could not escape. Although she was confused, she still pointed at Mango angrily." Mango's mind went blank. Who was Pinksy? "When Rainie saw Mango's expression, she immediately sighed, ""Pinksy is the person who was going to play the zither for us. However, she couldn't make it because of some personal issues."""

The other young werewolves cheered as the echoes went through the trees. "Go, Sophia! Show them your stuff!" yelled Ash, one of her closest friends and also part of the pack, tall and powerful, his dark brown hair glinting in the moonlight. "Look out! Here I come!" she giggled, tripping him into a gentle tumble, landing lightly on her feet. "Good one!" Ash clapped, grinning from ear to ear. Just then, her best friend, Daniel, joined the training circle. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparked mischievously. "See that? I can do it better, I bet!" he teased jollily.

"I can't... I can't..." "Yes, you can!" Kieran's voice, fierce and certain. "You're a Nightshade. We don't break!" One final surge of agony— And then suddenly, blissfully, it was over. I stood on four legs, panting and disoriented. The world looked different. Smelled different. Everything was sharper, clearer, more intense. I glanced down at my paws and froze. They were pink. Pale, iridescent pink, like cherry blossoms or rose quartz.

was the last of the written words. “Now cut your palm with your claws and place it palm first on the symbol” I tell him. We waited a few seconds and just like that the old ruins started rebuilding themselves, and the throne that was a pile of rocks is now complete once again. Ricky smiled and a flash of light came from his entire body. His white fur was as white as snow and his tattoo was more vibrant and noticeable then before. His eyes were now as blue as the ocean and he was bigger than before too.

my dad stated firmly and scribbled something on paper facing his laptop. "Dad how can you say this,you know i have special abilities and how much i need to control my emotions not to hurt anyone. Pinky is one hell of a daredevil and secondly how can such a girl run a home,she depends on others far too much for her washing,cooking,etc basic routines she cant help out on simple things,she's lazy and temperamental.

My fingertips tingle with unfamiliar energy, and when I flex my hands, sparks dance between my fingers before sputtering out like dying stars. *The powers are returning.* But they feel foreign, unsteady, like they're testing me before deciding whether I'm worthy of their full strength. The energy crackles along my skin, unpredictable and wild, and I press my hands against my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat. Is this what rebirth feels like—messy and uncertain and nothing like the fairy tales promised? The silver light fades as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping in the darkness, wondering if I imagined it all. But the tingling in my fingertips remains, a reminder that som

If Alex saw her face clearly, he would definitely be astonished. It was because this woman was his former cousin—Carol Rockefeller! Back then, Pindola killed Carol at the Higurashi Shrine in Japan. However, a stream of bloody light soared to the sky and flew out. Surprisingly, she was now reborn through the bloody light and even actively lurked on the Internet using the handle “Sinister Spirit.” It was simply a little unbelievable that she could even understand Alex’s movement over there. ‘Alex Rockefeller. Never thought that I wasn’t dead, have you?!

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Ha! I felt the memories surge, hot and sharp, but I forced myself to steady. Killian needed strength, not grief. “Can I tell you a truth?” I asked him and he nodded. “This is the second time I am here. In this world. When I was reborn,” I continued, “the powers came back to me sooner. Like they remembered themselves. Like the earth itself refused to let me remain broken… like I had died in my previous life.” Killian looked at me for a long while, probably to see if I had lost my mind and I just kept quiet,looking at him.

"Whatever happened… this is a second chance. I can feel it." He nodded, eyes glassy. “You better not. I just got you back.” The air between us felt charged. Heavy with something unspoken. I lifted my pinky. “Pinky promise?” He stared for a second. Then he laughed under his breath and hooked his pinky with mine. “Pinky promise.” The touch was small. Childish. And it shattered something in me. Or maybe… it stitched something back together. Who was Jazzlin? Why was I here? What life had I woken up in—and was it really mine? Only one way to find out.