Novel & Cerita Reborn: I Refuse To Save The Traitors

If he were reborn, it would be impossible to stop him. “Knights of Death,” Alistair spoke. “The true children of Death. Tonight is the moment that I had promised you. For thousands of years, they hindered us. They betrayed us. They locked us away because they feared what we could do. But no more. Because tonight, we will rise stronger than before. We will take what has been taken from us. I will be reborn, and together, we will march to their kingdom!” His knights roared. “Together, we will annihilate them all!” he shouted, earning another wave of roars. Then, he turned to the horn bearer. “Sound the horn.”

" Do I save the Council, or do I finally carry out my plan and let them crumble as I had always imagined?Was there a way for me to save only Jonas and Kayden and leave the rest to rot? The rest of them were evil and heartless, only caring about themselves and the title they held. Without an order to rule, it would leave a large hole in the country and be a perfect moment for the rebels to attack a council without its leaders. What I chose to happen next was all that was standing between the destruction of the Council and the rebels finally winning the war. My uncle had told me that it was either I was a rebel or a member of the Council; I could never be both. Whatever I did now would determi

With a smile and creepy turned tone of voice, it calls her name. “You would not mind, right, Alliah?” “REBORN AND CURSED THE DAY THAT SHE IS BORN. SHE IS THE PERFECT SACRIFICE AND VESSEL WE NEEDED. WOULD YOU AGREE?” “TSK! THEN, WHERE SHOULD I START? BIG BROTHER?”

The people we believe in turn out to be selfish traitors. I learned all this in one night. One evening my life turned upside down....But it doesn't matter! And do you know why?... Well, because I was able to be reborn. because I understood that all this time I was on the wrong side of the bank. That of good people.... But now.......I only have one goal. Have power. To be untouchable. And for that I am ready to sacrifice my body and my soul. While my pretty little head will continue to play the strings.

“If we wished to serve him, we would not kneel before you. We risked our lives to leave. We bring nothing with us but our will. Test us if you must. Bind us if you must. But know this,we would rather die under your hand than live another day under Leo’s.” A long silence followed. Valen’s gaze swept over them, reading each face. Fear. Pain. Hatred. Desperation. But also truth. Finally, he nodded once. “Very well. I will not cast you out. But hear me,betrayal is not forgiven here. If you lie, if you play me false, your death will not be quick.” The men lowered their heads, relief rushing through them. “We understand.” That night, the rebels were given food and a place to rest. For the first ti

But instead of taking it, I stepped back and refused firmly. "No need. Eugene, save Sharon first." This time, I wasn’t going to carry the weight of someone else’s life. I was going to live for myself. Eugene exhaled deeply at my words, relief washing over his face. He looked at me for a moment, his furrowed brow finally smoothing out, and even a hint of joy slipped into his voice. Without hesitation, he pulled Sharon to his side and secured the parachute on her back. "Opal, you’re my fiancée, so I should have saved you first. But since you’ve asked me to save Sharon, I won’t let you down!"

The boat steadied, the air growing quiet save for the soft lapping of water against the boat. Klaus stammered something behind me, his voice a distant buzz. I moved past him in a trance, my steps deliberate, my mind alight with purpose. I returned to my room, the wooden floor cool beneath my feet, and closed the door with a soft click. Alone, I stood before the small mirror bolted to the wall, staring into my own eyes, eyes that no longer belonged to the woman I’d been. Everyone who betrayed me, who sought to break me in this life and the last, would pay. I was reborn, forged in the flame of their treachery.

My reflection stared back at me, pale and determined. In my heart, I whispered to the woman I had once been, the woman who had died in flames. “Do not worry. I will not waste this second life. They will both pay, and I will make sure they never rise again.” For the first time since my rebirth, I felt completely free of him. No longing, no weakness, no trace of love. Only fury and resolve. Vanessa thought she had trapped me. Adrian thought he could control me. But neither of them knew the truth.

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.

“I’m about to be shot, and you want me to apologize to you? Asshole, I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry that I lied to you to save my father. I’m not sorry I ran away to save my life. You call me a traitor, but I’m a survivor. And I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. So fucking shoot me. Just fucking do it.” He held the gun steady with his finger on the trigger. His expression was relaxed but angry. There didn’t seem to be any conflict in his gaze, no pain over the decision he had to make. There was no remorse for what he was about to do. How did I fall in love with someone so evil? Then Cato lowered the gun. “You’ve served your punishment. You can get up now.”