روايات وقصص ضمن Reborn In Strength

My body tumbling, bone cracking against marble. The ceiling lights blurring as blood pooled behind my eyes. And Hayes. Standing out, orders to the doctors who were trying to revive me, and his words– telling the doctors to pull the plug. My fingers curled tightly on my laps where they rested. I had died that day. And yet… I was here. Reborn. That rebirth had saved me. It had showed me my mistake and that had given me the strength to ask for a divorce and to break free from Hayes, to escape his clutches and remind me of my strength, my brilliance and my power.

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T

A bright light covering my sight. I was reborn, I was back. I didn't fail this time. I was reborn differently and I could feel this because now, my wolf's presence was much more stronger than ever before and a strange but familiar power pulsed under my skin. Something akin to a divine power.

“He’s strong. Stronger than I expected.” “And you are stronger than him,” she replied. “You carry the blood of warriors. You are the Reborn Goddess. Your story is not over. Stand. Fight. Rise.” Her hand touched my forehead, and a surge of warmth rushed through my body. The pain in my chest began to fade. My breathing became steady. My limbs stopped shaking. Memories flooded back—training with my father under the moonlight, flying as a raven over mountains, battling creatures of the night, standing tall against death itself. I remembered who I was.

He says as he comes to a stop in front of me. “What are you?” I ask him in fear. I’ve never seen anything like him before. I thought I was the strongest creature alive but now this man stands in front of me, proving otherwise. “I’m not sure either.” He says with a light laugh and I raise my brows at him. “I only got reborn today. I’m still trying to understand the biology of my being but apparently, I’m stronger than you. That sort of makes me the most powerful creature alive.” He laughs.

I was deadly serious, still in shock as I asked and Connor just smirked back at me. “They will age like a human, reaching their look maturity between twenty and twenty-five,” Connor smirked and motioned to himself, lightening my mood as I couldn’t help but smirk back at him. “Powers we can go over, but I’ve heard it varies. I got some of my gifts from birth, and it seemed like every rebirth I developed more of my powers until I reached puberty and then every power that I had started to escalate and grow. We can go over everything another day, but super speed, strength, fire, rebirth, and some get healing powers and telepathy powers but I had neither of the last two.”

Maxina Heart wasn't the McDonald's family's biological daughter. Their real daughter was long gone. She died at the hands of the human traffickers. Maxina shared the same name as their daughter, which was unlucky from the start. She had been with the traffickers for as long as she could remember. She didn't know her real parents. A year ago, the McDonald family mistakenly took her for their daughter and brought her home. Maxina wanted to see if they were worthy of the girl who was dead because of their mistake. They weren't. Maxina Heart died at the end of that year because her friend's family chose Karen, an adopted daughter who replaced the real Maxina. Now, she's back, and she

He wasn’t just speaking metaphorically. He knows the past life. The way he said again wasn’t hypothetical. He knew. He remembered me dying.. My hands trembled as I stared at him. “You… you know?” I whispered. He froze. His eyes widened slightly. For a moment, he looked like someone who had been exposed, stripped of every secret. The wind howled between us. The ocean crashed below. The world felt unreal. “I…” he swallowed hard. My voice shook. “You’re also reborn, aren’t you?”

It was something both of us weren’t expecting but we accepted it since it was a blessing. I learned that there was a reason I was reborn as Sayori. Just like what Empress Yukina said, maybe our lives in the future weren’t meant for us to live. Maybe it was a trial for what we should really be living in. Everything we experienced in the future was to prepare us for this moment. We aren’t sure if we were the only ones who were reborn but if there was something certain, it was that we were meant to stay here. Every moment we are happy here is a moment worth cherishing.

but she remember everything me :- okey I will protect her and please let me reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to reborn