Reborn At Boot Camp Novels & Stories

The person at the edge of the pool finally spoke up. “You’ve offended somebody you shouldn’t have. That person has sent me to torment you.” Before I could say anything, I was tossed back into the water. It happened many times. Every time I felt like I was about to drown, I was lifted out of the water. Finally, I was left on the ground as my tormentor made a phone call. “It’s done, boss.” I could hear Connor on the other end of the line. “Leave immediately. I’ll deal with the rest of it.”

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

"You wanted to know why the apocalypse is changing." The screen began flashing. "You wanted to know why you were reborn." Then the image changed again. This time it showed Sharon herself. Not the Sharon standing in the room. The other one. Holding a newborn baby. And stood beside her was Alex. The caption appeared beneath them. PROJECT A-01: REACTIVATION Sharon stared at the image in horrors. Then the floor beneath them split open. A massive black eye opened beneath the resort. The other Sharon smiled. "Now you know." The screen went black. And Alex whispered the words Sharon never expected to hear. "That child is ours."

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

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.

His tone was hard and heavy and filled with fire. “Yes, Executor Belynn,” said his assistant. “We’ve got a Reborn somewhere in our roster right? Give her cutting edge everything - armor, weapons, meds. Have her go for the ape the moment she’s able. Tell her to pound it deep into the sand. Then prep an intel package against Szereth. Time to crush his margins to nothing.”

Sophia said with a heavy heart burdened with so much uncertainty. In their minds confused, they made their way back to the main camp, where the rest of the pack was. The trees sang songs of laughter and chatter; somehow, the atmosphere wasn't right. According to Sophia, all this was an act-so it would seem like all was well and yet danger was just a nose away. As they rode closer to the large fire, Sophia saw her father speaking with several warriors about the patrol. She knew she needed to talk to him, but first, she had words that needed to be said to Daniel.

Callum looked him in the eyes and said, “We already died once. You don’t get to own us again.” I pulled the trigger. And then we were free. Three months later, we came home. To the tomatoes overgrown. To weeds in the walkway and wildflowers climbing the porch. We rebuilt the garden. Repainted the walls. Reopened the center, with new protocols for data protection, new lessons written in blood and fire. Callum still limped. I still woke up some nights with my hands clenched in fists. But we were no longer pretending. We were no longer hiding.

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.