Rebirth Of A Star General Novelas e Histórias

“Are you surrendering?” “I don’t think so. You see yourself so high this time, don’t you fear falling down?” Between us lies only an inch, near at hand. My eyes filled with anger and hatred, like daggers gashing out that would definitely run through his flesh if it were to be true. The pain and grudges I’ve suffered from the past, the act of him who has stolen away the life I had. Or maybe I should be thanking him, for killing that weak and cowardly past of myself. Because of him, I’ve been reborn this way. The ruthless and vicious general of Sinandaya.

Faith hummed; quite unnerved by the fact General Lorin looked just like her deceased father, from the haughty look in his eyes down to the curly moustache dancing upon his top lip. "I'm glad you have been returned to us safely Miss Halsey, although I'm going to have to inform you that as General I take my role very seriously. It is my duty to protect the crown, and I will not let my guard down for a minute. It seems highly suspicious to me that the rebels would just let you go. There must have been a reason for that, perhaps a less then candid one on your part." The general announced, causing panic to flare up in Faith.

The absolute, calculation-driven authority in her touch acted as an immediate lock, forcing his manic, defensive focus to drop back down to her face. ​"The General understands the metrics of kinetic leverage," Vivian murmured, her blue eyes flashing with a cold, sovereign chill that brooked no argument. "But he has been under the ice for fifteen years. He is calculating a linear war. He does not yet understand that the rebirth of the Directorship will not be fought with infantry lines." ​She turned her eyes back to the old commander, her voice dropping into a victorious, freezing register that cut through the hiss of the remaining steam valves.

His restraint held firm, letting space breathe between us. “I remember waking up on that private jet,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “The first day of this second life. I was terrified. I thought rebirth was my punishment - a chance to relive the pain so I could finally escape it. I planned everything. The contract. The revenge. The quiet exit with my freedom secured.” Another step forward, then. Still holding his gaze without looking away. “But maybe… maybe it wasn’t punishment. Maybe it was a second chance to find something real. Not just survival. Not just revenge. But this.”

No physical suffering is comparable to the destruction of an ambitious man's absolute faith. General One cried. He, the man who once believed he could wipe out the mutant species from the face of the earth, was now on his knees curled up crying over his own stupidity. "V-Vanguard! What do you want from us?! Stop toying with our species like we're just your experimental insects!" cursed General One, full of despair and saliva mixed with blood. He was nothing more than a frail old grandfather in front of this pair of reason-defying creatures.

Maxina Heart wasn't the McDonald's family's biological daughter. Their real daughter was long gone. She died at the hands of the human traffickers. Maxina shared the same name as their daughter, which was unlucky from the start. She had been with the traffickers for as long as she could remember. She didn't know her real parents. A year ago, the McDonald family mistakenly took her for their daughter and brought her home. Maxina wanted to see if they were worthy of the girl who was dead because of their mistake. They weren't. Maxina Heart died at the end of that year because her friend's family chose Karen, an adopted daughter who replaced the real Maxina. Now, she's back, and she

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

"I've never been cheating your back. The secret that has been bothering me is according to what Haytham said. From the start I wanted to tell you about this. But, I'm sure you won't believe it." "That means you're not Jazzlin? Then who are you?" He was staring at me strangely, "So far, our togetherness is just a fake?" He shook his head, "Tell me all of you said, is all lies!" "It's not a lie. I'm Janielle not your Jazzlin. I don't know how, but this is the reality. I was reborn after the accident, the day Jazzlin did her suicide attempt." I paused, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Jake or Ronald!"

The fact that he had even seen Eva surpass normal Drogar in a few ways had nagged at him. Perhaps he just didn’t want to believe something like that was possible. In the end, he had to relent. Szereth slumped into his seat as realization fully dawned on him. “Well, that just makes gods-damned sense, doesn’t it?” he said. “Ancestors from every species coming back from time to haunt the living.” “There goes captain grumpy again,” said Alevos. “Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?”

It hadn’t seemed like a normal death from illness or old age; more like someone whose life had been prematurely exhausted. So, it was the backlash from the universe that had caused it. Cosmo sighed. "He never told us, but we suspect he may have used a forbidden technique to alter someone’s fate against destiny." "Otherwise, even with his injuries, he should have lived for at least another ten or twenty years," he added with a note of sadness in his eyes. "His energy was strong before the secret technique; by all accounts, he still had many years ahead of him." Hearing this, Lindsay's body tensed, and she felt a sudden urge to cry, but she forced herself to hold back since her two seniors wer