Rebirth Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

Like he already knew everything that's going to happen. Was he reborn also? “There's no way that's possible," I sighed, sitting up on the bed. He was with me right before the rebirth. He was holding my cold lifeless body in his arms. He looked perfectly fine, so there's no way in hell that would be possible. I suddenly felt thirsty, so I left for the kitchen to get some water. The living room was empty when I walked in. Of course, everyone would be asleep by now. I dragged myself into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"But before you kill us, explain this—how did I survive my own execution three years ago if rebirth magic is impossible? How does Aria carry the signature of death and resurrection if such power does not exist?" "Aberrations," Malachar said dismissively. "Mistakes in the natural order that must be corrected." "Or powers you want to steal for yourselves," I said, understanding flooding through me. "That is what this is really about. The cult wants to harvest our rebirth abilities. Turn them into weapons."

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

She was going to chant an ancient incantation, for where the Umbragon lies dormant and since this incantation was for making it, she said it backward to resurrect it, "Exanimo Umbra, Noctis Obscura, Umbragon! Terrae umbra, Spiritus tenebrae, Umbragon! Arcanum adveho, In obscurum redde Umbragon!"

My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation. “He likely wanted to return the money for the same reason,” the Shaman added with a knowing smile. “‘Will this dead spirit drag me to hell, too? I’ll give back what I took. Please spare me!’” She laughed, but I noticed Chairwoman’s gaze shift toward me. Chairwoman’s right hand moved close to mine as she spoke again. “But she’s alive, right?” Her hand reached for mine, seeking reassurance. The Shaman’s expression grew distant, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I’m not sure. From what I see, she’s neither fully dead nor truly alive.”

I could feel her vibrating beside me, her only prayer- may Tammy be dead. Not only was she scared, she felt embarrassed. If Tammy is alive? She's done for. The silence that followed from Olive gave her a taste of hope until it was dashed like it was never there, “There she is,” Olive said quietly and Tammy walked towards us. “There's a ghost!” Someone from the crowd shouted. I detest standing these people, but since I can't say it to their face? I'd have to keep playing along. How can someone be so dumb to say, “Here comes the one who had seen the moon goddess and she's back in our midst,”

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

The teeth were far too long, deadly and sharp. Harris' eyes widened as he stared blankly at the creature, “What the hell is that?” I swallowed, my mind racing as I got up on my feet. “A Ratjaw.” I whispered under my breath, “And this should not be possible,” I stared at the monster rabbit for one more second before I started to reach for my telekinesis powers, “Shit.”

Sophie bit her lip, looking so delicate that it would tug at everyone’s heart. "Ella, don't be upset. Mr. Graham just feels sorry for me being all by myself, which is why he decided to take me out for New Year's. If you really don't want us to go, don't push yourself. I can go on my own. Seriously, Ella. You can stop packing." Sophie tried to grab the suitcase from me, but in the next second, it crashed to the floor. My hands shook as I held the clothes. Seeing Sophie in front of me with her eyes filled with tears, I finally knew for sure that I had come back to life. I had returned to this very day when Sophie went to the beach by herself.