Novel & Cerita Reborn As A Greek God Fanfiction

Later, as the gathering dispersed and the moon began its slow descent, I stood alone at the edge of the clearing, watching the realms breathe easier beneath the stars. Killian joined me, silent as ever. “You did it,” he said softly. I shook my head. “We did.” He smiled faintly. “The gods won’t like that.” I smiled too, slow and knowing. “Let them,” I murmured. I had died once bound by fate. Lived again under its shadow and risen, not to fulfill prophecy, but to break it. I looked up at the moon, light cool against my skin. “I was reborn to defy fate,” I whispered to the night. “And this time… I choose my ending.”

I felt something waking up inside me. My body started to glow. Massive divine power crashed into me like a tsunami. My eyes turned silver. My hair shone like moonlight. A sacred, booming voice echoed in the sky. "Ianthe, Goddess of the Underworld. Banished a millennium ago for shattering the Soul Spring. You have survived ten lifetimes of trials. Today, your godhood is restored. Welcome back to the Underworld." Memories rushed back. I remembered everything. My real identity. Why I fell from grace. And... Orion. He protected me in every single lifetime.

he begins to explain. "Now occasionally, when a person dies, instead of going to heaven or hell as you know it by, sometimes a Greek God will mark you and gift you. In return, you will be reborn as an immortal angel with the gift they gave you. It rarely happens, but when it does, it is one gift from one God. That's the rules that Zeus created. So, how you managed to have THREE Gods is beyond me, and by the looks of this mark, you were given MULTIPLE from each." he finishes, and too overwhelmed to process it all, I faint.

He finally let out. Lucian placed his hand on his head, he repetitively kept on saying "No, no. it can not be," Lucian mumbled. "So who is the fool now? I guess you thought that you were rewarded with your mate but no! The goddess never cared about her creation she only care about Order," Karnivan said smiling. he looked pleased with himself while others look dejected, they all stood motionlessly trying to assimilate what they had just heard. "How can they be the rebirth of Igigi, Igigi are creatures of light," Lucian said denying every possibility.

The water rushed into her lungs, filled her inside and she gradually sank to the bottom of the silent and endless sea. Before her eyes closed forever, she prayed to God to let her start over. If she were to do it again, if she could be reborn in a new life, she would change everything. She would stay away from these bad people who just used her like an ugly doll. And if that, she would find him. Christopher Harris. How could she recognize too late that she loved him, when in the darkest moment of her life, he came like the only light and treated her like a true woman needed to be treated.

She will let the sun weather her skin until it’s permanently baked like the Earth’s red clay. How do I know all this about a newborn infant? Because she isn’t just my baby. She’s my sister. I give birth to her every time she gets reincarnated. In turn, she gives birth to me every time I’m reincarnated. The difference is, she lives for hundreds of years each lifetime. From what I’m told, I rarely make it to thirty. Yeah, it’s kind of messed up, but we’re Greek goddesses. We don’t have a choice. Trust me when I tell you, I’ve read way more disturbing things about the Olympian Gods and Goddesses. I’ve even met some of them and I believe every disgusting word.

He was the same man who analyzed my mother and told us she could not be saved. He shook his head slowly, his voice booming. “She is gone, Calla,” the healer said. “There is no pulse and I can't feel her breath. She is gone forever.” “No!” I shrieked, my voice cracking. “She can't be gone forever!. She has been reborn!. She can't be gone!” “Even the reborn can be broken again,” the man replied. He pointed to the rubble. “Look at what your weakness has done. You were her mother and you let the fire take her. You are a failure, Calla of Nightmoor.”

By month twelve, I was devastating. “You could stay,” Silas said on the last day, his eyes drinking in my transformation. “Forget about them. Build a new life here with me.” I looked at my reflection—no longer Clara Wren, the fat, rejected failure. Now I was Liora Rivers, a goddess among mortals. My Hazel eyes sparkled with power, my body was perfection itself, and my smile could bring men to their knees. “No,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “I didn’t sacrifice my life to hide in the woods. I did it to make them remember what they threw away.”

When I opened my eyes again, I didn't immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone. "Quit spacing out!" A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. "We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!" Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.