Rebirth Book Novels & Stories

He asked. “A lot.” I answered, not elaborating further. I couldn't tell him anything about my rebirth. It would sound like I'm crazy and losing my man. He studied me for a long moment, like he was trying to decide whether that answer was enough, whether to push further or leave it where it was. “And you didn’t find her.” He stated. “No.” I shook my head slightly. “She’s not there anymore.”

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

I say. Phoenix's eyes light up. "That's great! Thank you so much. I won't forget what you did for me." "Good, then maybe you can help us find out more about my rebirth," I say. Phoenix's expression shifts from excitement to a more serious demeanor. "Rebirth, huh? What's that about?" he asks. I give him the whole spiel about Alexei and the diary. Phoenix listens without saying a word then, in the end, he nods slowly. "Believe it or not, being reborn isn't a crazy concept to me, so I believe it did happen to you."

She was dead because of me, I had wanted to save her but instead, I had shown I cared much about her and made her prey to Valinne’s cruelty. A lesson for me. I wished I was dead. I wished Damon had left me to be lynched by the crowd. I wished I had never been reborn. Everything else was better than this. This? Being alive? It was the worst punishment ever. But maybe that was exactly why I had been reborn. The goddess certainly had a lesson to teach me and I was suffering in ways I had never imagined. My powers had been the only thing I could rely on and I had heavily done so, acting as though I was untouchable because of it but now that it was useless to me, now that it was more of a curse t

"Don't you want revenge from the man who destroyed your beautiful life?" Princess Orla simply nodded her head, not thinking twice about it. "And you must discover the answer to your second question on your own. You will find out your 'How you got the Rebirth' when you get your revenge," the Moon Goddess said. ~~~~~~~~~~ The story is quite different from other Rebirth stories. The element of Rebirth comes after a few chapters as I wanted to give you time to understand the story. Please don't get confused. This is my first attempt at writing a werewolf/Lycan story. Constructive Feedback is always welcome. I hope you will enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Looking forward to your support :-) Happy Reading :

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

“The hollow is gone. In its place is this warmth. This knowing that I belong here. Between you. Carrying what we made. The old fears about the blood tie, the corruption, the laws… they feel distant. Like echoes from someone else’s life. All I feel now is the need to be close. To be filled again when the time comes. To let my body change for you.” Cassian settled beside us, his steady hand joining the others on my belly. “This is the rebirth,” he said quietly. “Not the violent breaking, but the quiet rebuilding. You are allowing yourself to be remade in our image. Soft where you were hard. Open where you were closed. Willing where you once fought. We see it in your eyes. The silver no longer

It sounded like it would have everything I wanted so I took it,found myself a seat and started reading. As I flipped through the pages, I became scared. The books said that bardo is an intermediate stage between death and rebirth. Something about the word "rebirth" did not sit with me quite well. Rebecca body is so not holding another person. I countined reading through the book and the more I read,the more freaked out I got. According to the book, different changes in character can be noticable when a person has gone through rebirth. The book went on to talk about the different types of bardo in the existence. I was just scanning through the book but I knew that I won't get anything more us

It was only an inch, but it lifted. This was proof. My mouth fell open as I focused all my attention on the coin. It stayed right there in the air for over thirty seconds. The moment I took my attention away from the coin, it fell down hard on the table. I stared at the coin for a second in silence before bursting into laughter. I had never felt so proud and so happy before in my life. I had heard rumors of people awakening abilities on the same day the zombies became a thing, but I hadn’t believed it until the very end.