Novel & Cerita Rebirth As The Villainous Duke

the Duke was surprised to see the royal guard. "What are you..." "There is no time to explain things, His Grace. Let is fight this undead humans." the guard said, interrupting Edward. "Undead hu..." "Yes! I said they looked familiar! They were just like Harold whose body was used!" the Duke exclaimed as he used his hands that have been freed from the shackles to cover his mouth. "They were bewitched by your younger brother, Williams, to kill you." the royal guard said as he removed the last set of chains from the Duke's ankles.

And it was a birthday gift he gave to himself - freedom. But now, the television, the internet, and even his phone were showing that it was a week after he married Niel. Was this a nightmare or was he experiencing a rebirth?! Doesn't rebirth start from infancy? Checking the wrist he once cut, Davi’s sweat started to form as there were no traces of a wound in that place. Still confused about what was happening, Davi closed his eyes again after covering himself fully with a blanket. Maybe it was just flashes of his life before he totally leaves the world or maybe it was a punishment of regret for taking his life so lightly.

I didn’t struggle, the fight in me had died alongside my mother. I watched silently as Alpha Damon was handed a torch and he held it above us amidst cheers and claps from the rest of the people surrounding us. “I hope to reunite in hell, Eliana.” My name coming out from his lips accompanied by a wicked smile just as he dropped the torch on my mother’s body, the fire immediately spreading amongst everything around us. My eyes closed on their own and tears fell from my eyes at the injustice that had been done to me and my mother. “I am going to be reborn,” I said, letting loose all of the anger, pain, and betrayal I felt. “I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this D

"Come rain. Come sun. You will be the only woman in my life. Thanks for coming into my life and showing me what true love is. I renew my love to you today, you shall be the only woman I will love till my last breath. I was once an asshole and I know I have made you cry so many times. I promise to make it up to you and be the best husband and the best father to our children. I love you, Alyssa" Alyssa burst into tears and they both hugged. (The End) Author: Dear readers, thanks for taking your wonderful time to read my book, "Reborn For Revenge" Thanks for your support all through 2023. This is 2024, let's do it together again. I love you and you are always in my mind.

She had laughed and said, "Whatever. I only wanted a child from her, but she's ridiculously fertile, popping out babies one pregnancy after another. "Besides, she's the one taking the physical toll of the pregnancy, and I didn't feel a thing when giving birth. So when I thought about it, getting a few extra sons for free isn't such a bad deal. "The whole system game was quite fun. It's just a shame she died so quickly, or I could have kept playing with her a little longer." Her vicious cruelty and complete lack of morals were what drove me to such a tragic end. Why? What right did she have to treat me this way?

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

"But I've seen you before." "Get your hands off her." "Turn around." Duke rose with his hand hovering over Kael, whose body began to shift as his bones popped and reset into human form. Duke turned his gaze toward me, a predator measuring a carcass. "Did you not hear her? Or do you need me to remove your hand for you?" Something felt off — deeper than anything I had seen in the woods — so I released her and held my hands up. "Father," I shouted, not taking my eyes off Duke. "He's a traitor. Why is he standing there?"

In my past life, he had himself been leading the revolt against his brother, and eventually even succeeded. I could hear the screams of the maids, and smell the thick black smoke as the castle went up in flames. These memories were all his doing, and yet here he was claiming he didn’t care whether or not Lucas ascended to the throne? Now, why are you acting out the role of a disinterested playboy whose only concern is when he can get his next lay? What is your scheme, Caleb? I considered briefly explaining everything to him, since I knew he must be intending to turn against Lucas. What if I admitted to my rebirth, that I had undeniably useful information which would guarantee to make his rev

the duchess exclaimed. “Honored earl, you’re a real find,” one of the men sitting on the right of the king said entering the conversation for the first time. “In this present time, when even wands laden with spells are coping badly with the riots of the undead in the regions. Ioline Rendan, Duke of Valos!” he introduced himself. “Maybe you have some ideas on how to improve security on the perimeters?” “By the way, it would be a good idea to develop necromancy in our kingdom,” the man sitting next to him added. Then, he introduced himself too, “Baltar Rendan, Duke of Cornelius!”

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.