Reborn From Ashes Novels & Stories

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.

Into darkness. Noa spun. But the steel slammed shut between them. Ash raised his hands, mock innocence. “Relax,” he said. “They’re alive.” “For now.” Noa didn’t move. “Let him go.” Ash walked closer. “This is the moment,” he said. “The reset.” Noa’s breath came faster. “You lied. You used me” “I freed you,” Ash said calmly. “You were never going to walk away from this life. So I made sure you came back. Whole.”

assistant"> In the Age of Rebirth, the gods awaken one after another, and the Nine Realms are reshuffled. What appears to be a brand-new order conceals the hidden threads of fate. Ina of this life—once the goddess of love in her previous one— awakens from a single dream and chooses to retain the memories of her past, returning to the realm of the Æsir. Yet the world she returns to has already been turned upside down. A fractured identity. Two divine races locked in irreconcilable conflict. Loki’s obsessive search. Odin’s deliberate indifference… “A reborn world… is a new world. All ties of the past have long since ceased to exist.”

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

"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.

The world smelled of smoke and death. I pushed myself up, my hands sinking into the crumbling earth, fingers brushing embers that still glowed faintly. My chest heaved as I sucked in air, each breath tasting of ash and fire. Fuck, everything hurt, my bones, my muscles, even my soul if there is such a thing. This was the price of rebirth. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. How many times have I done this now? Ten? Twenty? More? It didn’t matter. The pain never changed, and neither did the emptiness that followed.

Mae stood at a crossroads, two branching paths. One, filled with ash and ruin. Everyone she’d come to care about, dead. She stood alone. Eternally alive. The last heartbeat in a dead cosmos. The other, bright and raw and filled with conflict, but also hope. Rebuilding. Healing. Love. In that path, Ashar stood beside her, worn but whole, protective, hers. So did Riven, half smirking, half undone, holding a small child who laughed like a sun reborn.

"No way, I’m so happy! I’m not going home until I’m drunk tonight." The drunkenness spread to my cheeks, and all my words and emotions poured out. My body swayed unsteadily, and I draped my arm over Jason’s shoulder. "You don’t understand the joy of revenge, I’ve died once," I laughed loudly. "I was reborn. It’s a relieve to watch them being in chaos." "You’re drunk. You’re talking nonsense. How can someone be reborn? You’ve just started a new life." Jason pulled me into his arms.

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

The seductive aura wrapped around me like armor. As the final pieces of Seraphina’s memories settled into place, I felt complete. This was my beginning. The rejected, murdered Elara was dead. Seraphina Voss , reborn avenger , had risen and the Blackthorn empire would never be the same.