Reborn Guide Novels & Stories

[“Now that we have been given the chance, we can seek the revenge we want.” I straighten up. “Revenge.” ...[“But for that, I need to tell you the entire story, what happened in my life, which is your first life. I will tell you who your friends are. I will tell you the mistakes I made, so that you may not fall into the pit I fell into.”]... “So, it really is true. I have been reborn.” ...[“Well, obviously. You literally just walked through the gate of the reborn. November, darling, keep up.]...

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

"If everyone leaves... you'll be the only one left! You’ll be alone in the 'Void'!" "I’m already alone, Silas," I said, my voice fading into a whisper. But then, a shadow appeared in the "Void" of my mind. It wasn't a "User." It wasn't a "Consumer." It was a **Bug**. The "Project Re-Birth" file—the one I had hacked—began to "Execute" on its own. "**SUBJECT 01: RE-BIRTH INITIATED. SOURCE: UNKNOWN.**" I felt a sudden, violent pull. My soul was being "Downloaded" out of the tree and into something... small. Something cramped. Something that felt like **Bone and Breath**.

I scrolled to read and in minutes, the article was gone. Grandma's behind the disappearance of the article. I smirked and dialed a number. “It's me. An article just came out and it's disappeared, republish it but redirect the IP address overseas so it doesn't disappear again. I want it done in an hour.” I disconnected the line and tugged the phone back in my pocket. Jason walked in with the items and handed them over to Nate. He lit the sage on fire and placed it in a plate, placing it in such a way that the smoke from the sage was directly towards Kara.

Rows of dead cities suspended in glass cradles, each one turning slowly in a dark that smelled, impossibly, of cold metal and disinfectant. Rebirth City was not the world. It was a specimen. And I was being pulled out of it with forceps made of light. Leo kicked. Not the soft flutter I had felt in stolen moments under the basement pipes. This was violent. A command written in bone. Hide me. The beam tightened around my stomach. MATERNAL HOST: ACTIVE. FETAL ANCHOR: CROSS-RENDER CONTAMINATION DETECTED. ARCHIVE ECHO: LEO BLACKWOOD.

It was like they had never existed at all. A light breeze passed by, and a sharp pain flickered in my palm. I knew then that my new life had just begun.

nowhere. "Where are you taking them?" I asked one guard. "The Reborn need vessels," he said simply. "Young ones adapt better. Adults can be trained for service. The old..." He shrugged. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. Derek's hand found mine, squeezing warning. Not yet. Not here. Inside, Bloodrose was breathtaking. Phoenix fire sculptures lit every corner, their light warm and golden but somehow wrong. Gardens bloomed with flowers that shouldn't exist—roses made of flame that never burned, trees with leaves of frozen fire. Beautiful. Terrible. Impossible.

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.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.