Prodigy Reborn Novels & Stories

"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.

“Painful and complicated and full of choices that have no good options. You can return to that or you can stay in the gap where at least the suffering is predictable. Choose now and mean it.” Alistair and I look at each other. “I choose life,” we say together. “Even knowing it will hurt?” the Progenitor presses. “Especially knowing it will hurt,” I reply. “Because that’s what being alive means. Pain and joy and impossible choices and the people we love. I’ll take all of it.” The Progenitor’s form shifts into something approving. “You pass the seventh trial,” it announces. “Both of you have proven worthy of returning to life. The gap releases you.”

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

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. Her lips curved. “You already know.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not real.” She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the cold marble. “You think Rebirth was just a project name?” she asked softly. “It was a prototype. You were the first.” My heart stopped. “What are you talking about?” She tilted her head, studying me like a scientist would a lab rat. “You think you got away from the Marvells because they pitied you? You think you escaped because you were lucky?”

"Honey, if that lucky star dies, so be it. But our son… What a waste." Archie pulled her into his arms, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "She's not dead yet. Don't worry. I've got a plan. Ethan will not only wake up. He'll go viral and bring us even more traffic. As for this lucky star, let her die with purpose." After that, he submitted an application for the rebirth trial. The video ended. Watching the scenes flash by one after another, I fell into thought. After a moment, I finally let go.

But the second I chose James, I threw it all away to play the docile Luna. Didn't matter that my bloodline was purer. He never doubted he could keep me on a leash. This time? He couldn't be more wrong. *** In the days that followed, I played the weak card—too tired to do even basic Luna stuff, stuck in bed "for the pup." Only a total idiot gets reborn and still breaks her back for the guy who ruined her. Without me running things, James spiraled. Alpha life? Already hectic. Without his Luna? Chaos.

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

"We will be bound for life. Once you choose me, that bond is permanent..." "I understand all of that. This was a deliberate decision," I said, stepping closer and looking him in the eye. "Damien, I have a secret to tell you." He looked at me, confused. "I often have prophetic dreams," I said, weaving a white lie. "In my dreams, I've seen many possible futures." It wasn't a complete lie. Being reborn had shown me the future—the painful one I had already lived. "In those dreams, I saw your kindness, your courage, your sacrifice," my voice started to tremble, because those parts were true. "I saw all the pain you endured to protect me. I saw you..."

On this day in my previous life, all of us had been in the hospital. I underwent an amputation, and Lionel left us forever. We were overwhelmed with grief, and the graduation trip became a shared trauma for all of us. But now, I had prevented the accident. We were strolling leisurely through the mountains, and the future still held endless possibilities. I couldn't help but smile, and even my steps felt lighter. Britney was back to being her usual self as well. She and Ingrid trailed behind Lionel, and the three of them walked slowly.