Romans & histoires Reborn As God Of Destruction

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

“Of course. I needed you to end all the turmoil in the world. Think about it, Iris. All these gods wanted was to see chaos among the living creatures. They wanted destruction and pain. They were begging for it. Creating drama where none was needed. Life is hard enough, but these fools were making it more difficult on purpose. Look at you. If not for the game, where would you be?” “Mated to Joey and Alpha of my pack,” Iris answers. “I would have my mother, Titan and Ariel would have their parents. Ariel would have grown up as a princess. Adrian would have had his mate earlier. Titan and I would have been friends and he, nor I, would have had to feel rejection. Without the game? Without the ga

"Rosetta! Look what you've done. What on earth did you give me? "No wonder this stuff isn't on the market. Were you trying to kill me?" Her well-kept face had aged more than 20 years, and her body seemed so out of sync that even walking seemed difficult. Obviously, she hadn't realized what was really happening and thought my skincare products were to blame. Hence, I told her, "I've found your relative, Elias." Clara went quiet in an instant, realizing what was going on. Without another word, she yanked Mirabelle off Marcus. "Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us."

Clear confusion in his voice. “Which was a lie. Because the Book of Rebirth doesn’t bring back Naa’ra. It will awaken Yiwei. The twin God of the Creator. He is End. If Yiwei awakes, creation will collapse and it will be the end of us all. Because Yiwei’s vessel is in heaven and his soul is trapped inside the Book of Rebirth, only a sin that devours anything, which is gluttony can open the book. That is why it chose you.” It was Zadkiel who answered. He just arrived together with Jophiel and Greed. “Let us now go to hell Master. For we received a message the heaven is under attack and the other packs too. Even Casa Del Fierro, but the Casa and your family and people are okay because the elder

My name dimmed. Then brightened. Then split. A second line appeared beneath it. Not Kieran’s. Not the newborn god’s. A blank mark. “What is that?” I whispered. Death’s gaze hardened. “That,” he said quietly, “is restoration.” “Restoration of what?” “Of him.” The blank line began filling. Letter by letter. Not with a spoken name. With a signature. The same ancient pattern burning beneath the laws. “He is rewriting himself,” the newborn god said.

" Cindy's familiar words reached my ears, but before I could even react, blinding headlights came rushing at me. The engine roared—pain tore through my body as the car slammed into me. That was when it hit me—I'd been reborn at the exact moment she ran me over. Somehow, my shattered phone had dialed my boyfriend, Jared Xanderson. His cold, disgusted voice came through the speaker, "Stop calling me, Suzanna. I know you're just jealous of me and Cindy. That's why you're trying to come between us. "It's impossible for her to run you with her car. It's worth tens of millions—she wouldn't wreck it just to run you over. I'm done believing in you, no matter what you say this time!"

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

The burner phone in my hand felt like a shard of dry ice. “Caleb Thorne,” I whispered, his name curling through my throat like smoke and old blood. In my previous life, Caleb Thorne had been known as the War God of the North—a man carved from winter and violence. While cities collapsed into chaos and governments burned overnight, he had risen from the ruins of Oakhaven and built something terrifying: order. People feared him almost as much as they feared the Stalkers.