Rebirth Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

A sharp sting disrupted Suzanne's thoughts as the nurse injected her with something, confirming her physical existence and dispelling any notion of being a machine. SYSTEM: You died as Suzanne Bevan, a pitiful maid, used and bartered. Now, you are recruited into the ThreeBirth System and reborn as Nalita Rossi, a wife and an accomplice to Vincenzo Rozzi who is a mafia rival to Vito DiMarco, the man whose sons killed you. Suzanne understood the tangled piece. Vito DiMarco played a part in her death and now, Vito DiMarco was a rival to Vincenzo Rozzi, Nalita's husband. She processed the words.

The fear wasn’t the kind of fear when you see something you don’t like but it was like the feeling of losing something so dear to you. Dove might be a tough girl, of course everyone sees that but I see someone trying to mend her broken parts. To mend your broken parts, you have to go through the worse mental and emotional pain you have ever gone through and as an old woman; I have gone through that phase before.And that pain could drive you into a reckless path of revenge, I have seen it before. She might be showing symptoms of falling into the feeling of carnage.

He spat everything out. Everything he has kept hidden. Things he kept secret to himself. Dave feels a new host of fire go through his veins. He is now reborn. A new Dave has come out of the old. He sees a new part of himself that he never knew existed. Will Dave really get his revenge? If he does, who or what would link him to the man he hates.

she asked, her voice trembling. I nodded, tears welling up. This reunion should bring happiness, but anxiety gripped me. Marcus...the mere thought of his name made me boil within. My heart still ached, but this time, I vowed to protect it. No more blind love. No more vulnerability. This reincarnation brought a chance for redemption and I would not waste it. Taking a deep breath, I opened my arms to my mother. “Mom,” I whispered, embracing her tightly. For now, I would focus on healing and rebuilding.

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.”

A cold man was HOW I once considered myself, but since the day I watched the woman I vowed to spend my life with, the one I chose to have my babies get shot, something in me was born, and my once unfeeling soul felt a burning fire for answers, with it an undeterred need for vengeance. I knew the path I was taking didn’t just end with bloodshed, because the people I was going to end would just be the beginning. Vengeance never sat dormant, nor did it perish in time. It was waiting for a perfect moment to be born, a gap in the story to rear its head. Beggar showed me that, the day she put a bullet in Zero’s brother. The brother still wonders how she could love him and kill his family. He is pe

Bringing everything back into balance. I looked down at my two newest cumsluts both laying on the ground shuddering in the perpetual orgasmic state I'd left their bodies in and I grew angry. These two women and their fellow aspect of fate had not done their job properly. I'd seen things they'd missed as I'd rooted around in their minds. The pain and suffering I'd gone through had not been necessary for me to become the agent of balance they were calling their vengeance. I had been destined to become the agent of balance from before my conception. They were supposed to keep me from the disaster that caused me headaches most of my life and the abuse that had been heaped on me. Instead because

“And you were reborn to reclaim it. But understand this: vengeance alone is a blade that cuts both ways. You must hone it. Plan. Observe. Strike when the world does not expect it.” I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, letting the memories wash over me—every betrayal, every moment of helplessness. My new body was stronger, more capable, but my soul remembered the weakness, the fear. My lips curved into a grim, determined smile. “I will not fail,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. “I will not let them… or anyone… break me again.” A rustle in the underbrush made me whip around, muscles coiling instinctively. Seth emerged from behind the trees, his arms crossed, his expression unrea

Slowly, her eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling above. “I was dead, right… so why am I in my room? Am I dreaming?” To confirm, she checked the date on her phone. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in shock—had she gone five years back in time? The news on the TV showed the same date. Sia became certain that she had been reborn. She thanked God and made a promise to herself that this time, she would live for herself. She remembered how Ritu had come to her in anger today and troubled her, after which Sia had taken three or four sleeping pills in her room.

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.