Rebirth From Ashes Novels & Stories

And whispered, “If you’ve waited this long, then hear me now—I will not be your puppet. I’ll shape you into something worth surviving.” From the sky, a soft pulse responded. Not threatening. But listening. --- Far across the world, in the Ashborn capital, a priestess knelt before her flame altar and screamed. The fire had gone cold. And from its ashes, a black bloom grew. ---

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

Even the people Henry had hired to keep tabs on me didn't notice when I slipped away. I didn't return to our house in Astoria City. Instead, I went south to the place where my family's fortune had begun, and where I was born. Slender willow branches swayed in the wind, their green tips brushing together as they danced. On the lake, a boatman lifted his sail with practiced ease, carving soft ripples across the glassy water. Mist and drizzle blurred the horizon, painting a scene that looked like a living watercolor. People bustled along the streets, laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a simple, unpretentious kind of peace.

"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.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Tubes drained fluid, and nurses flitted around adjusting drips and monitoring vitals. Ayisha groaned softly, her lips barely able to form words. “We… did it.” Tessa blinked through the haze, pain wrapping her entire body. “I don’t… feel like myself.” “That’s the point,” Ayisha whispered, eyes fierce even through the fog of medication. “You’ll never be the same again. We’re reborn.” “My children won’t recognize me anymore.” Ayisha let out a sigh. “Girl, those babies ain’t know what you look like. They can’t remember you.”

Maybe that's the key to everything. I closed my eyes and thought back to that day. That moment. The hunting sounds of their footsteps as they ran after us. The smell of burning flesh as they set us on fire. The screams of Lumina. FLASHBACK “Please,” I whispered hoarsely into the smoke as life slowly left my body. “Moon Goddess… whoever’s listening… give me another chance. Please… let me live differently. Let me protect her… let me have my revenge!” “Let me fight back… just once,” I muttered as the last strand of life left my body.

Donning with his usual all black fitted suit and shiny shoes, he sat across the table without waiting for her invitation. “What is it?” asked Ashley. She gently placed the teacup before him, her eyes pinned on his, knowing full well that she would not like it. “The rebirth…we are supposed to be the only two in this world.” Ashley nodded. She did not know the real reason why she and Nexus had the chance to change their lives. Ashley only thought that maybe, just maybe, the Heavens took a pity on them and gave them the chance. But let’s be real. Their life stories were not that great. They were not good people in their first live to begin with, so she knew it was not that bullshit.

I waited to feel the starvation. Instead, I felt the heavy, biting weight of iron. Clink. Clink. I tried to pull my hands toward my face, but the chains snapped tight, anchoring my wrists to a bolt in the wall. The sound echoed off the stone, a jagged, rhythmic reminder that fate has a sick sense of humor. Not again. Please, God, not like this. I had lived. I had come back. I had played the game, I had gotten allies, and yet, here I was back in the one place I promised myself I would never see again. The basement. The tomb.

"Rosetta! Look what you've done. What on earth did you give me? "No wonder this stuff isn't on the market. Were you trying to kill me?" Her well-kept face had aged more than 20 years, and her body seemed so out of sync that even walking seemed difficult. Obviously, she hadn't realized what was really happening and thought my skincare products were to blame. Hence, I told her, "I've found your relative, Elias." Clara went quiet in an instant, realizing what was going on. Without another word, she yanked Mirabelle off Marcus. "Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us."