Reborn As A Barrier Master Novels & Stories

My lungs burned. And then Echo’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp, urgent. “Kiami Lynn! Every action has a cost! The barrier protects… but it devours your life force with each strike. Too much, and even rebirth cannot save you!” I froze for a split second, adrenaline and fear crashing together. Life force? But the horde wasn’t waiting. Another wave of screeches slammed into the barricades. I inhaled sharply and forced the barrier to flare once more. Roots wrapped around bodies, snapping and twisting, vines cutting through anything that moved. Pain screamed through me.

He could see her smile under the hood and nodding. The next Krysts got the hang of the 2nd game, using their magic to get past through the barrier. Some managed to hit near the eyes but nobody hit dead center. Barbie used her control over lightning, Clive caught the barrier on fire, Kieran had vines open up the barrier before the arrow move past it, while Zabdiel simply willed the wind for speed. Master Froilan was fuming. Obviously, the Krysts were breaking off the barrier with more intention than innocence.

That was an extremely critical step. Once the strength was not enough, which caused the failure of his striving for the primordial realm, all his previous efforts would be wasted. His strength of a peak Great Master would be completely resolvent and even weaker than an ordinary person. In addition, from then on, he would not be able to practice magic skills anymore, completely becoming a disabled person. That was the so-called barrier between heaven and humans. Also, it could be called tribulation. That was what every warrior had to pass on the road to become an expert.

It’s a death attack! “Master Barrier!” I whispered as a stronger barrier took hold over the group in one bubble. As I glanced over, intense fear settled over many of them. I can’t let you hurt Conor! As quickly as I could, I turned back and shouted, “Half Counter!” I was able to reflect half of the attack right back at Aaron. We both took a large amount of damage as the dark claws attacked us as we got shoved back. I was slammed into the barrier and dropped to my hands and knees panting from the exhaustion and pain. That… Was too close… Way too close.

"I am not bragging to you; however, my ultimate barrier can deflect any types of magic, curses, and spells in the entire universe. If you want to defeat me, use your brutal strength. After all, you are now the strongest werewolf in the entire universe. Not to mention that you can transform into an alpha form." King Abaddon pointed his index finger at King Barron. "Don't be so cocky," said King Abaddon before he sprinted and threw a powerful punch at the barrier of King Barron, breaking it apart. He choked King Barron but King Malik blew it away with his wind tornadoes before striking him with his lightning.

They were both stuck. “And that's how you do it.” Cruella boasted, her hands on her waist and Carly couldn't stop laughing at the turn of event. “What in the name of Greenville is going on here?!” Cruella and Carly turned to see Principal Hai standing at the entrance while staring at the scene in shock. “We were just training, Principal Hai.” Carly replied and Cruella reversed her spell, causing the roots to disappear immediately. Sebastian and Kyle stood up while dusting their clothes and Principal Hai shook her head in disbelief.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

He wasn’t just speaking metaphorically. He knows the past life. The way he said again wasn’t hypothetical. He knew. He remembered me dying.. My hands trembled as I stared at him. “You… you know?” I whispered. He froze. His eyes widened slightly. For a moment, he looked like someone who had been exposed, stripped of every secret. The wind howled between us. The ocean crashed below. The world felt unreal. “I…” he swallowed hard. My voice shook. “You’re also reborn, aren’t you?”

Her eyes were wide and she glared at me with her lips twisted in revulsion. “What isn’t possible?” I asked her. “You met the Jester. Your spirit is ready to ascend. It cannot be. How many times have you died?” “That was my first time, thanks to junior.” The kid in her arms was asleep, probably dreaming of ways to kill me. “You can pass through the barrier,” she said bitterly. “You can meet the Masters. Sorcery, this is foul sorcery.” “These Masters,” said Maurice, “what do they look like?” “Like angels,” said Terry, a light in her eyes.

A heavily crippled Helos was groaning aloud as be dipped himself repeatedly in what looked like a dark ink. A bath full of that thick, sticky liquid. With every dip , parts of his body, repaired itself. He walked out of his revival bath, youthful and vibrant, no longer a crippled man. His body charred with the toxicity of his rituals. His body succumbed under the load of the dark forces that Helos ushered to aid his evil missions. He walked straight to his room, staring at himself, naked in the mirror, admiring his newly formed skin, touching his wrinkle free facial features.