Rebirth Of Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

“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.

Not yet. Vengeance.

I sometimes wonder what in the ever loving f**k would he do that. I didn't even know how I got the chance to be back fifteen years in the past when I was twenty five and her twenty two. All I know is that I vowed to take revenge on my brother for all the wrong he did her and that if there is another chance at life I won't let her get away. I guess I didn't think the marriage thing properly but hey it is what it is I remember the exact moment I realized I was reborn... well sort of reborn...

“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.

I said. She took in a sharp breath. “You know that's not what I mean, I worry for you, Eliana. I worry for what shall become of you if you get caught, I worry that you have lost yourself in this anger, you have let this thirst for vengeance consume your being and I don't want to lose you again. Please understand me.” “I will be fine, and there's nothing to lose myself in.” I retrieved my hand from hers. “There is only one reason I was reborn and that is to seek for the truth, expose it and make the pioneers of the injustice attained pay however I can.”

Javier looked at his pale thin hands and clenched his fist. Determination and burning will rage in his heart. Right. Now that he had woken up and overcome the most difficult part of his journey, he would start to get what was rightfully his one by one. He would not let those people who mistreated him and made him live in darkness for many years be left unscathed. Javier's peaceful gaze turned fiery. He would not be the same kind and naive Javier before. He was reborn. And his heart was raging mad to get revenge.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

Never before had she commemorated a birthday; in the Abyss, devoid of identity, documents, or known birth dates, such celebrations were non-existent. She had envisioned her resurrected existence as a path of vengeance, a journey to exact retribution upon those who had wronged her. Yet, in the midst of her quest for vengeance, she had inadvertently accumulated treasures she had never dared to hope for - friendships, moments of tenderness, and warmth. Once, she was fearless, solitary, prepared to meet her end alongside Isabella as a necessary sacrifice. Now, her aspirations had transformed. She longed to see her revenge to fruition and then to continue living, thriving, existing anew.