Reborn: A Billionaire Phoenix Novels & Stories

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

Cruella said out loud and China's eyes widened. “How dare you?!” She yelled but Cruella didn't flinch or even show any sign of being intimidated. If it was then, she would've been trembling but not anymore. That weak and useless girl is dead. She died in that fire and this reborn Cruella won't take shit from anyone. “If I were you, I would break up with her. She doesn't deserve the title of Luna. Even a weak Gamma could do a better job.” Cruella said and for a split second, she saw his lips move to the side before returning to its normal position. He almost smiled.

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.

Reene The moment I opened my eyes, and heard that voice, I concluded that I wasn't fated to be lucky. In my past and present life. "Luna Amber, are you awake? Or should I say Alpha Ethan's sex toy?" The voice was calm, and filled with mockery. I shuddered, and my heart turned cold. It was the same voice which had haunted my dreams right after I woke up. Since my rebirth. It was Alpha Dennison Hogan's voice.

Not even Thane. By the time I finished, the apartment felt too empty. I opened my laptop and let my fingers hover over the keys. It was time for “Project Phoenix.” Grandma V had given me a seed of guidance and a little money, enough to start small but smart. I had also been careful with the accounts I accessed—unused funds from my father’s neglect—and I was ready to make my first move.

I cupped him gently in my palms and kissed his forehead. Alice's death didn't stir any waves. My father, already disgraced by her actions, had long stopped acknowledging her as his daughter. As for Max, he couldn't have been more eager for her to disappear. Seven days later, all three of my baby phoenixes took human form. The sky once again erupted in violet light and dazzling rainbow clouds. Birds filled the heavens with song—it was another divine omen. Then, my entire body began to glow with golden light. In the blink of an eye, a shimmering emerald deer’s tail extended from me, and my eyes turned a brilliant green.

He’s got the money, the connections. But nothing. No calls, no texts. He’s powerful enough to find me. Guess he really didn’t give a damn. Maybe he just… didn’t want to. I exhaled and looked at my baby. “Well, Karen,” I whispered. “In a bit, we’ll start over. A new life. No drama, no heartbreak.” I smiled weakly. “ Maybe I’ll even get that phoenix tattoo… just to prove that I’m a badass who survived everything. That I was strong.”

Tomorrow brings new battles. I turned off my phone, moving to the window that overlooked Victoria's immaculate gardens. Tomorrow would bring more scandal for Rose, more destruction of her carefully built world. But tonight, for the first time since beginning this path of revenge, I found myself wondering if victory was supposed to feel this empty. If becoming like those who had hurt me was truly the justice I sought. I touched the phoenix pendant at my throat, Victoria's symbol of rebirth through fire. What kind of person was I becoming in these flames? And would I recognize myself when the transformation was complete?

The sight dragged me violently back into memory. Her body on the floor. Still. Too still. No breath. No pulse. The sound my brothers made—raw, broken—still echoed in my chest. Even my mother’s awakening hadn’t been enough to pull us back from that abyss. And then… light. Heat. Power. Like fire kissed by life itself. Rose’s body glowing, her chest rising, her strength returning in a way that defied death. A Phoenix reborn. The present rushed back as Rose gently squeezed my mother’s hands, whispering words of gratitude before stepping away. Her eyes found mine immediately.

"She's played everyone. Even the Third Lord doesn't know her real plan." "Which is?" "To resurrect not just Lyra, but the entire original phoenix bloodline. Every phoenix who ever died, brought back in wolf bodies. An army of the Reborn, with her as their queen." I let him go, stepping back. He collapsed, gasping. "Thank you for the information," I said. Relief flickered in his eyes. Then I raised my hand, and that dark-tinged fire erupted. Not golden. Not pure. Something between phoenix and shadow, born from sacrifice and loss.