Rebirth Gone Again Novels & Stories

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:0f404184-c9f8-4789-9249-35fb63302b19-214" data-testid="conversation-turn-422" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> In the Age of Rebirth, the gods awaken one after another, and the Nine Realms are reshuffled.

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

“You didn’t.” He looked at her then — really looked — like he still couldn’t believe she was real. That she had come back after all he’d done, after all he’d become. His hand twitched at his side, and she reached for it, her smaller fingers finding his. Their hands fit together easily, naturally, like they were two halves that had always been meant to meet. “The gods are gone,” Kael murmured. “The darkness is gone. But so much was lost.” Elara squeezed his hand. “That’s what rebirth means, Kael. You lose. You grieve. And then you rebuild.”

Instead, he found a quiet plaza bench to gather his thoughts before heading to Rebirth Sect. According to Xena's intel, the sect was weird. The core belief of Rebirth Sect was that any illness a person suffered would be transferred to their past life upon joining, allowing them to be healed in the present. In this day and age, only a fool would buy that. Yet, somehow, cults like this thrived worldwide, using various means to convince people to believe them. Rebirth Sect was one of the most successful. In just two years, their reputation had skyrocketed because everyone who joined them, even terminal cancer patients, was miraculously cured.

“What does that mean?” “They’re…deformed somehow. Their fangs don’t form correctly, or they’re completely rabid, some are reborn days after the ritual and come back semi-decomposed…and they don’t heal at all. More than ninety percent of neophytes have to be put down right after they’re reborn.” “I didn’t know,” Vesper whispers, completely horrified. “How could you? You never leave this place.” “Why is it happening?” “We’re not supposed to procreate this much and this fast. That is what I’ll use as my cover when I go to see Baron.”

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

"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.

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

She looked up at Gabriel, her eyes locking onto his with a fierce determination. "I won't marry him," she declared, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. Her mother's face turned red with rage. "You will do as you're told, Ashley! You're nothing but a burden to this family, and this is the best you'll ever get!" Ashley's brothers jeered and catcalled, their cruel words raining down on her like a storm. But she stood firm, her heart pounding in her chest. In that moment, Ashley knew she had to escape. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, no matter the cost. Little did she know, her fate was already sealed, and the journey ahead would be filled with pain, heartb

I begin. Then memories flash through my mind, Olivia's face or Aaron's face., the betrayal and pain, the unfinished parts of my life and strength fills me. “I would do better if given another chance,” I say. “I would become a better person.” “Why should we return you to life simply so you can become a better person?” another judge asks. The question leaves me speechless, I open my mouth then close it again, memories continue flashing through my mind, all the hurt and mistakes, the things left unresolved so I prepare to answer but before I can speak, every judge speaks at once.