Pinky Reborn Novels & Stories

He stands and tucks himself back inside his pants and looks at me. “What happened?” he says as he looks at me. Paddy finishes with a grunt and tells the women to leave. He snorts a line of coke before he walks to us. They both wait for me to speak. “Rebel is back. She did this to me today. She is now the president of the Princes Of Darkness. We need to take care of her. The club received your gifts, by the way.” I say and Alonso smirks at me and Paddy looks like he is ready to blow a fuse. Oh well.

"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.

As long as Vincent clung to life with one kidney, he’d join her, charged as an accomplice to kidnapping and murder. This time, I’d be sure to wish them a long, happy life together—behind bars. Realizing her situation at last, Denise dropped her gaze and stopped meeting my eyes. Her face was pale, drained of any fight, as she followed the police out. … With my revenge complete, there was no rush of satisfaction, no real sense of triumph. It all felt strangely hollow.

"But it was because I had physically died that I could finally be with you forever. You couldn't see me, but I was with you every day. I was heartbroken when I saw you in so much pain. "I know the old Jeannie has let you down, but I swear, I didn't hurt you. The real Jeannie would only ever love you." Jeannie's explanation left my mind reeling. Her story was the stuff of fantasy. The Otherworld, a hostile entity—it was all so bizarre. "And we're reborn because…?" "It's the System's way of making it up to me after my body was taken over," Jeannie answered matter-of-factly. So I was reborn because Jeannie had made a deal with the System.

My fury in front. “You came,” he says, voice like oil on fire. “The divine little bitch who escaped me. I should have broken your spirit long ago.” I step into the clearing, my silver fur gleaming under the blood-red moon. I shift. Bones crack, fire surges through my spine, and in seconds I stand in human form—Anika, reborn, radiant with the goddess’s mark etched into my skin. My eyes glow like twin suns. “You tried,” I say, voice low and steady. “You failed.”

The lights of the penthouse flickered as Olivia stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. Rain streaked down the windows behind her, catching in the city skyline like liquid silver. She paused for a moment, feeling the black ring on her finger pulse, tight and insistent. It reminded her that she wasn’t just here as Olivia Monroe Castillo. She was the Reborn, someone whose past and present had been stitched together by blood, power, and Jessica’s lingering influence.

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.