Novel & Cerita Rebirth: Goddess Of Revenge

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

My fury in front. “You came,” he says, voice like oil on fire. “The divine little bitch who escaped me. I should have broken your spirit long ago.” I step into the clearing, my silver fur gleaming under the blood-red moon. I shift. Bones crack, fire surges through my spine, and in seconds I stand in human form—Anika, reborn, radiant with the goddess’s mark etched into my skin. My eyes glow like twin suns. “You tried,” I say, voice low and steady. “You failed.”

Arielle only felt irritable and suffocated. She was not angry at Leonard Grey but at herself. She is obviously a reborn person. She has suffered from Edward's loss in her past life. In this life, she wants revenge and should not have feelings for anyone, thinking about it, she felt sore and hatred rush to her veins. “What were you expecting?” she smiles at herself, hypocritically, she was indeed miserable from within. Is it possible that she is still expecting a man who sells his body to fall in love with her? It's ridiculous.

"Like how much do you think he'd offer him to accept such? Agnes is a dangerous woman who wants nothing but to kill Ariel. We must protect her at all costs." I needed no one to protect me. I can do that on my own. I was reborn and I needed to make things right. I should have known that man would bring the police over but I was too preoccupied with my thoughts of Kevin. Not exactly him, but in my past life nothing like this happened. I didn't even try to kill them in my past life. I was this stupid, little, gullible girl who knew nothing about the evil in the world but now, the moon goddess gave me the second chance to live. To correct all of my mistakes.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

," River said, patience filled in his voice. I nodded as I thought critically. River sat there patiently waiting for me to decide, so they could give me a new life immediately. I sighed deeply. I was determined to use this rebirth as an opportunity to seek revenge on those who had wronged me. And with River's support, I felt more confident than ever that justice would be served. I knew the reason I was given a second chance was to avenge my death and that of my parents who were brutally killed by the ungrateful Constance and her now-husband. As I thought about my revenge, the answer to River's question clicked in. "I want to be known as Elara," I finally said, my voice steady and determined.

It was mine to do because I was the product of her night in hell. But that was before those three little faces so like mine existed. Before the mother who bore them came back to me. Could I let one of my babies live the way I have? Could I set one or more of them on a vengeful course to avenge some wrong done to me? Can I bear for them to live with the me that would emerge after I have his blood on my hands? With me being the way I am, believing the things I do, I know it would be hard for me to live as a whole person, knowing that I had my father's blood on my hands.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

Then she smiled down at his dying face and walked away. But fate had other plans. That same night, she was betrayed. Murdered by the ones she trusted most. Sacrificed beneath the same moon that watched her kill him. But she was reborn to one year in the past. He was reborn. But this time he wasn't the deadly king who chose mercy and silence. This time he walked the path of the gods. He became their maker, their weapon, their wrath. And only one thing lived in his mind now. Hatred. Obsession. And revenge.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”