Rebirth Gone Again Novels & Stories

It was obvious to me that Calvin was green with envy as he glared at Callum. Karen began to sob. Her words shattered the tense silence. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Latham! Mrs. Latham and I gave birth on the same day, and I selfishly had my husband switch the babies. Calvin is, in fact, your biological son. "I'm so sorry for doing this, Callum! I merely wanted you to live a better life with the Latham family. Please forgive me!" Callum was visibly shaken by Karen's revelation. It also sparked a flurry of whispers in the crowd.

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

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.

"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."

Behind her, the thunder roared — the mansion lights flickering again. I jerked my arm free, my voice cracking. “Why show yourself now?” Her smile faded. “Because it’s almost time. Project Rebirth is active again. And when the final phase begins…” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “…only one of us gets to survive.” Before I could react, she shoved me back. Hard. I hit the edge of the table and fell, the flashlight rolling away. The balcony doors swung open from the wind, sending papers flying.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

I had slowly come to terms that I had been reborn but a nagging thought still lingered at the back of my mind. A small calendar sitting on the dressing table caught my eyes and I instinctively reached for it. I flipped it to the date of my death, November 19th 2025, tapping it lightly with my finger. I had watched so many reborn movies but never would I have expected it would happen to me. I wasn't sure I could stop my death from happening but one thing I was sure of was that I wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes all over again. This time I had two goals: Use my skills to make Brian walk again and change my fate this time.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.