Reborn Human Novels & Stories

"Aria, I swear... I didn't know." "You didn't want to know." I stopped a foot away from him. The pixelation was spreading. My left arm was almost entirely gone, replaced by a shimmering lattice of gold light. The cost of the Reboot was my physical existence. I was dying to rewrite the world, but I would not go alone. I looked over his shoulder at Serena. She was screaming, her skin peeling away in layers of gray code, revealing the hollow, mechanical frame beneath. She wasn't even a werewolf. She was a construct—a legal format draped in a stolen face.

"And you are telling me that same man is now a vekreth? Pearl-skinned, lavender-toned, tall and soft-featured, and alien in ways Lirian never was? He woke up in the sand three years ago with nothing — no memories, no past, no idea what he is — and you are telling me that is him?" "The Aether rebuilt him," Mara said. Steady. She had clearly already dismantled this argument in her own mind many times over. "It couldn't reconstitute a human body capable of surviving what happened. The bond nearly destroyed him as a human; his body had no framework to hold that kind of Aether. So it rebuilt him into something that could. Something with a natural channel. Something that could survive long enough

He also promised me the best salary package. Being personally recruited by Felix was a huge honor. Within days, everyone in the city was talking about it. However, to Nancy, I was merely a lapdog who flattered Felix for money. I initially wasn't planning on accepting Felix's honor. In my past life, that so-called electronic asset vault didn't last long before it was breached. The lead hacker in charge of the tech didn't earn a single cent. On top of that, they became a target of the thieves and Felix. In the end, they died a horrible death.

As spring turned to summer, rain started falling. It was eerily similar to the day I died. The detention center was damp and cold. Harry had lost a lot of weight. His hands were cuffed, and he wore a thin prison uniform as he sat across from me behind the glass. He should not have looked so miserable. His methods for consolidating the Grant family’s followers after his rebirth were ruthless. Old Master Grant was utterly disappointed in him, so much so that he refused to see him even on his deathbed.

"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.

"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."

I said, though the chain was already showing me possibilities I didn't like. "We trigger universal rebirth intentionally. Before the Devourer can escape. Before entropy wins." His form solidified slightly, showing us images in his flames. "A controlled big bang. Everything ends, yes, but immediately begins again. Fresh. Clean. Without the Devourer because it would be caught in the renewal, transformed like everything else." Kieran stepped forward, drawn to the phoenix fire. "You're talking about killing everyone." "I'm talking about rebirthing everyone. Every consciousness, every soul, every spark of existence—reborn in a universe without the threat of entropy's avatar."

"But it was because I had physically died that I could finally be with you forever. You couldn't see me, but I was with you every day. I was heartbroken when I saw you in so much pain. "I know the old Jeannie has let you down, but I swear, I didn't hurt you. The real Jeannie would only ever love you." Jeannie's explanation left my mind reeling. Her story was the stuff of fantasy. The Otherworld, a hostile entity—it was all so bizarre. "And we're reborn because…?" "It's the System's way of making it up to me after my body was taken over," Jeannie answered matter-of-factly. So I was reborn because Jeannie had made a deal with the System.

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.

"Do you believe this?" I watched intently, replaying the video repeatedly until I managed to capture the movements of the two together. And indeed, the creature in the tube that should have been lifeless was moving even if it was only short, irregular, like a hypnic jerk. "It could be. Maybe you're inexperienced and don't know about human and vampire life, Ayden," I said. I do not disagree with Ayden's opinion. I was also thinking about the percentage of the possibility of humans or vampires being reborn after hundreds of years. However, I never knew kind of thing, except for Ivanna.