Rebirth Gone Again Novels & Stories

The room stayed quiet after that confession and then he exhaled slowly. “That is unfortunate.” “Unfortunate?” He nodded once. “To return through murder is always harder.” “What does that mean?” I asked in confusion. “It means your second life was never going to be simple.” “Okay??" I asked as my curiosity heightened. “You returned because something was wrong.” “Yes.” “But returning does not automatically save you.” “I don’t understand.” “The reason for rebirth is correction.” He said as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. “You are given another chance to right what destroyed you.”

“So does this mean, we won't meet again? This is goodbye?” “We will meet again for sure but not in this life. We will meet again in the afterlife. Now go, everyone is worried.” And with that, she disappeared. Rebecca looked at her hands and noticed she had now changed back to being Rebecca. “I am Rebecca Antlas, and I will forever be Rebecca Antlas.” She repeated and turned around. She noticed a narrow door behind her and walked towards it. She exhaled heavily before passing through the door. ***** “Do something please! She can't die, not now. Not with my child.” Tyler begged Palena but the priestess shook her head.

My gaze landed on the couch and I saw Isolde lying there unconscious but alive. What is going on? Didn't she die seven years ago? Didn't I just die? My hands began to shake as I grabbed a shattered phone beside me and through the screen I saw the year as 2025 This was seven years ago, the night it all began. I had been reborn! I tried to stand but my leg was crushed under a heavy boulder and I couldn't move. A loud crash echoed as the door was kicked open and Cassian rushed in looking younger.

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

Everything seems to blur together more by the minute. I hear a familiar man’s voice say, “Will she know?” A woman responds to him, “She’ll know that she’s been reborn, but she won’t know that it’s a second time.” A second time? A second rebirth? How is that possible? My body is hot, hotter than what seems humanly possible. I’m dying for some type of relief and I hear the man say, “I’m so sorry, love, I swear it won’t happen again.”

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.

“When you wake, you will be reborn.” I inject the beast with a different concoction from what I gave the hybrid, but as I did with the poor girl, I wheel him into the walk-in freezer. My work completed for the day, I switch the lights out and head above ground. At one point I had many labs, labs I ran with Orion and Shayna by my side. Until they turned on me - found I had no more use. Bled me dry, and left me to die. Except I came back. Reborn with a new mission. A new future for the realm. A purpose that I fully intended to see through.

This made her jump off the bed with joy, completely forgetting she was naked. She walked close to the big wall mirror, admiring her leg. Her face had ceased to smile the day she woke up without a leg. She dared not look others in the face and had always accepted whatever life threw at her, but her glow was back. Her hand went to the mirror table, where she took her mobile, flipping through the calendar. It was 5 years earlier—she had been granted a rebirth 5 years earlier. Oh… just how much she missed it was very clear and written in her eyes. She felt so happy having her leg back and being given a second chance. Now everything made sense. She had been given a second chance to rewrite everyt

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T