Reborn: I Refuse To Save The Traitors Mga Nobela at Kwento

“For the fallen!” “She’s our Luna!” The ground trembled. This time not from blood thirst, but from determination to see me rise again and take back my pack from Lucian. Wow, I didn't know a lot of them had been waiting for me. My vengeance was reborn. Killian’s face twisted in horror. His lips parted in disbelief. The fool thought this was his victory. Tobias’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck is this?” he barked, turning sharply to Lucian. “This is treason, Lucian. Order them to sit. Now!”

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

“This is over. You follow him, you die like him. You follow me, you live by the code. No fear. No cowards. Just Kings.” Silence. Then one man steps forward, tears his Hellborn patch from his jacket, throws it on the ground. Another follows. The ripple spreads, men shifting, some kneeling, some backing away. Rafe screams, voice raw. “Traitors! All of you—traitors!” Blade plants a boot on his chest, shoving him back into the dirt. “No. They’re free.” The Kings roar their engines in unison, a sound that shakes the yard, shakes the bones in my chest. Nova clutches Isla, tears streaking her face, and for the first time in forever, I see hope there—not just survival, but something brighter.

Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back.

"No way, Melissa went to make us herbal tea. We have to wait for her before we can operate on the mayor!" When Joe Reid spoke those exact same words as in my previous life, I finally realized I had been reborn. Watching him explain to our department colleagues, hatred surged within me like a tidal wave. Before I could make a move, Joe turned to me with anger written all over his face. "Kimberly Hayes, you're so selfish! Melissa isn't here yet. What's wrong with waiting two more minutes?"

“They’re broadcasting again. Echo. You need to see this.” Damian picked up the device and turned on the holographic projector. Echo’s face appeared perfect, undamaged, smiling with Damian’s own smile. Behind him stood rows of new clones, all identical, all wearing the same cold confidence. “Citizens of New Lagos,” Echo began, voice smooth and commanding. “The so-called rebellion has lied to you. The man they call Damian Blackwood is weak. Compromised. He allowed himself to be bred like an animal. He carries the alien corruption in his blood. But I offer you purity. Strength. A future without mutation. Without weakness.”

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

"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."

Roxanne's POV Before I was reborn, I already knew that my time was limited. Once I resolved Stefano's regrets, I would return to my own world. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself still at the bottom of the sea. All I could see was pitch-black darkness as seawater flooded my nose. People all around were shouting my name, and the onlookers on the shore weren't indifferent either. They were all reaching out and straining in my direction.

All the pain, confusion, and fury I had carried from my past life surged forward, flooding out as tears I could no longer contain. The media snapped away, but no one knew why I was crying. Those tears were not hers to claim. They were for the dark past I had finally escaped, and for the boundless future that now lay before me. I considered myself lucky. I had not become a sacrifice for her greed, nor had I become a stepping stone for her so-called pursuit of love. Fragments of the past flickered through my mind like scattered photographs caught in the wind, and in that moment, a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds, spilling gold across the ruins of everything I had survived.