Player Reborn Novels & Stories

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

The memory brought his blood to a furious boil. ".....That bastard! Right when I was about to win he cheats...and then he's REBORN! The fuck are those odds!?" As he thought of the absurdity of it all he couldn't help but clench his jaw and ball his fist in anger. This seemed to grab Prof. Callista's attention. "You wanna tell me what happened?" She asked with a look of concern while her eyes stayed focused on her work. "That filthy meathead cheated and the System seemed to reward him for it by giving him an early Rebirth..and a RARE Class rebirth at that...dammit!!" He roared— slightly from pain in his ribs and mostly from jealousy.

"Failing to match as a whole class? Wow, true friendship. I'm so moved. Hahaha!" Keyla stood completely frozen, her legs shaking uncontrollably. As I watched the chaotic circus unfold before me, a deep sense of vindictive satisfaction washed over my chest. Luke felt the angry stares all around him. His eyes flickered, and he pointed at me. "It was him! Justin! He forced us to use the AI app for our college applications! He said we needed to keep up with the times! Our submissions weren't made of our own free will. We demand a re-submission!"

Maybe this was my second chance, some divine gift that allowed me to see my parents again, to speak with them one last time before moving on. But then, ehy is Sabrina here? She wasn’t supposed to be in the afterlife, was she? Sabrina was alive—she was there the whole time, wasn't she? This doesn't seem like the afterlife. And if all that just happened wasn’t a dream, then there could only be one explanation. I was reborn. I was back, four years ago, on the day of my 18th birthday. The day I first shifted. Three days before my parents’ death.

"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.

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

The fact that he had even seen Eva surpass normal Drogar in a few ways had nagged at him. Perhaps he just didn’t want to believe something like that was possible. In the end, he had to relent. Szereth slumped into his seat as realization fully dawned on him. “Well, that just makes gods-damned sense, doesn’t it?” he said. “Ancestors from every species coming back from time to haunt the living.” “There goes captain grumpy again,” said Alevos. “Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?”

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

For the first time, we could let go of all our masks. I watched the fire and remembered the morning I was reborn. I woke up screaming the day after Grandpa’s funeral. Drenched in cold sweat. Everything in the dream had been so real—the zombies’ roars, my family’s betrayal, the final, desperate pain as Liam pushed me into the horde to save himself. But when I looked at the calendar, I realized something. I had been reborn. I was back before the game even started. The first person to confirm my suspicions was Chloe.