Poems On Rebirth Novels & Stories

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

“Tear me. Rewrite me. Let me ascend.” The sky rumbled. The earth groaned. And somewhere deep beneath the mountains, the Hollow opened one eye. Because Fiona wasn’t the only one reborn in grief. She had risen from sorrow but I would rise from ruin. And when I did? Not even gods would be safe.

“That strange tattoo… the one that we never understood. It’s not there anymore.” The brand on my ring finger too—vanished. The tattoo of his name over the mysterious one which felt more like shackles than symbols—they were just… gone. When we asked Akira about it, she didn’t blink. “When one crosses over and returns,” she said, “rebirth is not just breath returning to lungs. It is transformation. Imperfection is swallowed. Scars are erased. The soul is refined.” She moved closer to the candlelight, shadows dancing across her face.

Teaching them to be strong, to be unafraid. I lowered my head, pressing a kiss to the crown of each tiny head, breathing in the scent of new life, fresh and perfect. My chest ached with love so sharp it was blissfully painful. Ruby’s voice thrummed through me again, clear and fierce: We are reborn. You, me, and them. And no one will take this from us. I nodded faintly, clutching them closer. I believed her; I wasn’t dying anymore, wasn’t broken. I was alive and reborn along with my children.

I quickly checked if I was still pregnant and fortunately for me, I was not! It occured to me then that I had been reborn. The moon goddess had given me another chance to live again..I had died in the cell and I was alive again. She answered my dying wish. 'You are my home, and I will always be a part of you, from this day onward.' The voice came from within me and I realized that my wolf had been awakened. It spoke to me for the first time. It was the day of the mating ceremony and I had to be at the pack house.

The date flashed before my eyes, and my stomach lurched from shock. October 19, 2021. Three years ago. My breath caught in my throat, my vision spinning. *This isn’t possible. I stared at the date again, disbelief washing over me. I should be three years into the future, pregnant, and dead at the bottom of our mansion. But I’ve been brought back. Back when I was still his obedient wife. My hands trembled, and I gripped the phone tighter, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The nightmare I had just woken from—it hadn’t been a dream. It was a warning. A glimpse of what was to come if I let history repeat itself.

She could build something here and not apologize for wanting it. The thought hit her harder than she expected. This was not just food. This was a new beginning. A dream life she had not been allowed to have before. The garbage planet had taken the tiny pieces of survival she carried from a dead Earth and given back baskets full of future. It had given her proof that something buried, broken, and dismissed could still grow if someone stubborn enough put their hands in the dirt and refused to leave. Vera smiled down at the soil, pressed one hand over her belly, and kept planting.

It took all of her effort and energy not to fall off. We spent most of our days together, so how had she not realized in time that I was planning on leaving the city? Jumping off her horse, she walked toward the covered corpse, her feet feeling like they were weighed down by stone blocks. A cold sweat had broken out across her forehead, and it was as though she were falling into an infinite abyss. Next to the corpse was a deep canyon whose bottom couldn't be seen, yawning like the entrance to the underworld. If the body truly was mine, then Felicia would simply throw herself right off the cliff then and there. She had already saved me so many times, so she was sure she would be able to drag

She had pressed her face against the ground and tasted tears,and tears and she had prayed,not for rescue, not for mercy, just for it to be over. And then it was. She remembered the moon. Half-full and pale through the cell window, the only beautiful thing in that entire wretched place. She remembered closing her eyes. She remembered the silence that came after, clean and absolute, and she remembered thinking, this is what peace feels like, and then she had asked the universe,begged it, with the last breath in her body for one more chance. Give me one more chance. Let me go back. Let me burn every single one of them down.

"The life that perishes shall be made alive again, sacred from the skeletal remains, oracle's flesh, and soul that flew, created in the most untamed depth of a meadow and crafted by the best creator, Few people are aware, In descending darkness, lamented the breathing mallow's offspring Harden in the crow's beak. Pain from the never-ending seek Look for the truths' melodies. Betrayal, suffering, and flute beacon Try to locate the light that sheds its skin. Maybe it's you who comes out on top?”