Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Novels & Stories

It’s a piece of junk but it has a clear path to international waters. I start walking. My boots make a hollow sound on the wet wood. I am almost there. I am almost free of this nightmare city and that suffocating Hamilton name. I will go to the islands. I will rebuild. And one day when Rose thinks she is safe I will come back and finish what she started. Then the lights hit me.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

"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.

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

🌙 ⸻ The child WAS the First Dreamer. ⸻ The city erupted into chaos. ⸻ 🌙 Reincarnation The Dreamer spoke calmly. 🌑 “After the first war…” “I chose to be reborn.” ⸻ A memory appeared. The First Dreamer giving up his power. Giving up his immortality. Giving up everything. 💔 ⸻ He wanted a normal life. A human life. A real life. ❤️ ⸻ So he became a child. A normal child.

“The woman who brought me back said I must have been dead for at least a day or two before she found me. But I don’t remember anything of my death… just woke up under six feet of dirt and I had to claw and fight my way out. She said it was your magic that allowed me to come back.” I stifled a gasp. Buried alive? No longer a mortal or a man. Was he some type of undead zombie? But as my eyes flexed over his rippled muscles, swelling under his inked bronze skin, something deep inside reassured me everything was very much alive in him. And a trembling stirred softly between my thighs. “Fiona, I’m immortal. And I’m going to use all of this newfound strength and speed to kill Greyson. To slice tha

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

"The past's over. Our new story has just begun." The betrayal, cold, and despair buried in the snowstorm all belonged to Raine of the past life. In this life, I had a man who loved me, my parents, and the simple, beautiful warmth of a real home. I was finally alive. "Let's go. Everyone's waiting for us." "Sure." I lifted the hem of my gown, took Conrad's hand, and pushed the doors open. Behind them, I was greeted with a wave of cheers and blessings.

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.