Rebirth From The Ashes Novels & Stories

My dad utters as he steadies me on my feet and against him. “Merry wow there.” Jenn exclaimed as she rushed to me. “My liege!” Crispin shrieked as he tried to move to me, only Sarah held him back. “Merida not so fast!” Sarah yelled as she pulled Crispin back “I called in the Gatlin’s, your guide told me you were friends through elementary school.” Ericson explained from his seat across from us. “I figured the more friends you have the more comfortable you will be as you learn everything. Plus, to answer your question, yes rebirth started with your family, but it has occurred more and more over the centuries with others. Crispin being one of those souls and Jenn Gatlin being another.”

I stared at her in shock. She nodded and continued, "I'm sorry, Edison… After you died, his company survived because of the money you risked your life to secure. But in the end, he married a woman he had only known for a few days. I was driven to the point where I had to jump from a building… I was still that stupid, believing that I could change him, but…" She, like me, had also been reborn after death. After the SAT results were released, I enrolled in the best film academy in the country. There, I met many of the industry's top talent and steadily forged my path.

I said, though the chain was already showing me possibilities I didn't like. "We trigger universal rebirth intentionally. Before the Devourer can escape. Before entropy wins." His form solidified slightly, showing us images in his flames. "A controlled big bang. Everything ends, yes, but immediately begins again. Fresh. Clean. Without the Devourer because it would be caught in the renewal, transformed like everything else." Kieran stepped forward, drawn to the phoenix fire. "You're talking about killing everyone." "I'm talking about rebirthing everyone. Every consciousness, every soul, every spark of existence—reborn in a universe without the threat of entropy's avatar."

As we walked past a fountain in the garden, I suddenly heard the subtle friction of metal rubbing together. “Get down!” I instinctively threw myself forward and pressed Aaron hard into the fountain. Deafening explosions rang out. My back exploded into a firework of pain. As the bodyguards rushed over, I fell unconscious. The surgery room was busy the whole night through. Aaron sat in the study and looked through the report his second-in-command had brought him. The bomb had been planted by a spy from a rival family. They were targeting him. It had been the fourth assassination attempt.

I was experiencing a splitting headache. I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home! "Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke." That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.

And somewhere deep in the night, beneath the breath of the new pack I’d built, I felt it—the echo of destiny shifting again. Something was coming. And this time, it wouldn’t be Kaelus. It would be something older. Something that had been waiting since the gods fell. And as the mist swallowed the clearing, I whispered to the dark—not in prayer, but in promise. "We will not be hunted again." The forest seemed to answer, a low pulse beneath the soil, as if the earth itself agreed. Maybe this was what rebirth truly meant—not rising unbroken, but learning to live beautifully with the cracks.

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. ---

Like an old friend who's been waiting patiently for us to find our way home. When the wind shifts, it carries more than the scent of healing earth and magical flowers. It carries voices. But these aren't the tormented wails we've grown to dread. These are songs. Wordless melodies that rise and fall with the gentle complexity of a lullaby. The Ash-born have found their rest at last. Not erased or forgotten, but laid to rest in the forest that once held them captive. They've returned to the natural cycle they were torn from so long ago.

Mystics were divided into three levels: the earthly realm, the enlightened realm, and the transcendent realm. In her previous life, she was in the earthly realm, but after being reborn, she broke through and entered the enlightened realm. The opponent should have just entered the enlightened realm. Since returning, she had been steadily improving her strength, and with the protective divine artifacts that Moses had given her, she was stronger than him. Jenny sighed in relief. "That's good." Back at Harper Group, the amulet on Soloman's compass suddenly ignited and turned to ash. Soloman's expression changed slightly. "The opponent is strong. One person's blood isn't enough."

She laughed as she let me carry on leading her to the gun range. “Hey, you are the one who is more likely to know what boss’s sexual traits are” I laughed. “Well, he had not spanked me yet” She giggled “Its still early days though” “Oh my God Charlotte, who are you and what have you done with the sweet girl we saved from death?” “She’s been reborn baby” She puffed out her chest and grinned at me. “Like a beautiful phoenix” “And I will burn any fucker who tries to hurt me”