Reborn Guide Novels & Stories

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

What were the scissors for? Back in their room, Yanny finally explained. "The initiation is essential. Every follower of Rebirth Sect must go through it. Without this step, your past life won't awaken. And if it doesn't awaken, how can it take on your suffering?" Felix scratched his head. "Really? So, what exactly do I have to do?" Yanny picked up the scissors, pressed them between her palms, and whispered something under her breath. After a long moment, she handed them to Felix.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

“The rebirth would happen on the night of the full rare blue moon at the sanctuary, where you will have to spill your blood on the altar under the blue moon’s glow to perform the ritual.” I winced. I remembered when I had gone to the sanctuary and felt drawn to the altar. When I touched it, I saw a vision of the blue moon and blood being spilled on the altar. Everything started to piece together and suddenly it all started to make sense to me. “What’s the essence of the rebirth?” I asked. “To tap your full ultimate power from the moon. You will be much stronger than you are now.” “What will happen if I don’t rebirth successfully?”

she asked. “I do not know. I do not know how I ended up here,” he replied. He was young. A newly born rogue, if you will. Anyone who becomes a rogue is considered to be reborn. A rogue can go back to not being a rogue, but the process is painful and almost impossible. Many do not survive.

My breath caught as a horrible, icy realization crawled up my spine. “Mom…! Am I dead, Mom?” Her eyes softened with sorrow, but she didn’t answer. Tears blurred my vision as I asked her next. “Did Cassian survive?” “Why are you worrying about him?” Mom asked, pain sharpening her words. “You have burned alive yourself, Liora.” A cold pit formed in my stomach as she continued. “You and I, meeting here in this place, it means Lunaris’s elders are performing the rebirth ritual. They are using their wolves’ energies to repair your immortal root, to bring you back.”

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.

This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

The air in the Reborn World didn't hum with the sterile vibration of servers; it breathed. As the gold-and-sapphire light of the Core-Nexus settled, the digital constructs of the old network solidified into something tangible. We were standing in a version of Coldwater that looked like it had been painted by a memory vivid, warm, and pulsing with a life that no corporate algorithm could ever simulate. The "First Road" had become a dusty, winding track that led toward a horizon filled with rolling hills and the distant, familiar silhouettes of a city that was finally free.