Rebirth Novels & Stories

Mystics were divided into three levels: the earthly realm, the enlightened realm, and the transcendent realm. In her previous life, she was in the earthly realm, but after being reborn, she broke through and entered the enlightened realm. The opponent should have just entered the enlightened realm. Since returning, she had been steadily improving her strength, and with the protective divine artifacts that Moses had given her, she was stronger than him. Jenny sighed in relief. "That's good." Back at Harper Group, the amulet on Soloman's compass suddenly ignited and turned to ash. Soloman's expression changed slightly. "The opponent is strong. One person's blood isn't enough."

“The hollow is gone. In its place is this warmth. This knowing that I belong here. Between you. Carrying what we made. The old fears about the blood tie, the corruption, the laws… they feel distant. Like echoes from someone else’s life. All I feel now is the need to be close. To be filled again when the time comes. To let my body change for you.” Cassian settled beside us, his steady hand joining the others on my belly. “This is the rebirth,” he said quietly. “Not the violent breaking, but the quiet rebuilding. You are allowing yourself to be remade in our image. Soft where you were hard. Open where you were closed. Willing where you once fought. We see it in

“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.”

Inside a Cultivation chamber, is where everything starts again. Inside the room, a foolish plan was foiled easily by the settings of the Reap System. It protected its partner as they both slept to get ready for the future and Ren's awakening. Ren was not the same as the others within this place. His soul had been reborn countless times as he regathered his strength and fixed the damage of those who cause trouble over the Primordial Palaces. The Reap System was something obtain from his original life while exploring the secret of his family. Its' ties to the Reaper Palace that Ren was a part of continue to become apparent with each rebirth.

"Honey, if that lucky star dies, so be it. But our son… What a waste." Archie pulled her into his arms, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. "She's not dead yet. Don't worry. I've got a plan. Ethan will not only wake up. He'll go viral and bring us even more traffic. As for this lucky star, let her die with purpose." After that, he submitted an application for the rebirth trial. The video ended. Watching the scenes flash by one after another, I fell into thought. After a moment, I finally let go.

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.

/ I looked at him and cleared my throat. "Rebirth isn't a usual occurrence. It could only happen if a wolf is blessed by the creator of all creations. A wolf can be born again in two ways. His spirit could be born in another body years later or be sent back in time. It is a chance to change the future because the wolf had endured severe injustice. The wolf could be given powers or a special ability to overcome the adversaries and emerge triumphant." I scrunched up my nose in confusion whispering to myself. "But that doesn't make sense. Iris is weak. She doesn't have any powers…"

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

And suddenly, rebirth didn’t feel like a miracle. It felt like a promise he had already made—before the world ever gave him a second chance.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.