Reborn In The Magical World Novels & Stories

The tombkeeper smiled faintly. Time passed day by day. The heaven and earth within the Tomb World contained magical powers that slowly repaired the damage to the area. Wayra was the first to recover from his injuries and regain his strength. His Supernatural Power was special. It required him to keep fighting and recovering to improve. After the intense battles against the puppet warriors, his aura had grown significantly.

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?

"I was so lost when I was reborn. It took a few days for my memories to return. In my confused state, I defeated monsters in the forest, and before I knew it, I had made friends with the villagers living here." I breathe a laugh. "The villagers treat you like their god." "Yes, but you shouldn't tell them your real identity—they would murder you without a second thought." My eyes face the ground. "So you know what I am then..." Azrael is silent for a while before his voice goes soft. "This world is healing on its own—it will take time, but it will happen. You shouldn't feel guilty for living." I try to swallow the lump in my throat but fail. "Do you have any clue why this world is so similar

He was looking at me, but his gaze was vacant, as if he were seeing through me to a horizon I couldn't see. "Kael?" I reached for him, but my hand passed right through his shoulder. He wasn't becoming silver. He was becoming transparent. "The price," a voice whispered in the wind. I looked up to see the clockwork child standing on a nearby rock. It was no longer shattered. It was whole, and it was holding the obsidian knife. "The King is cured," the child said, its voice devoid of emotion. "But a fated mate cannot exist in a world that has been rebooted. He is the memory of the old world, Maya. And the new world is beginning."

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

The story that I teamed up with the robbers to steal Felix's fortune, only to fail and end up locked in a basement and tortured by him, was spread everywhere. To make it up to Chester, Felix found the best doctor in the city. He also promised that Chester would be the head of Watch's Group IT department. As the head of the department, he was set for life. Everyone said Chester found a blessing in disguise. His hands were destroyed by Felix, but he gained Felix's guilt and support. He was bound for success in this lifetime. Chester was assigned to work in Watch Group. He couldn't code himself, so someone was hired to code everything according to his instructions.

The light funneled downward in a blinding column, slamming directly into Rebel’s chest. A voice filled the clearing. Ancient. Feminine. Absolute. It vibrated through bone and soul alike, leaving no room for doubt. “BORN OF MOON AND MAGIC. CHILD OF TWO CROWNS. THE FIRST HYBRID. THE BRINGER OF BALANCE. THE TRUE HEIR.” Rebel threw her head back as power surged through her—violent, divine, overwhelming. Green flames erupted along her fur. Silver lightning split the earth beneath her paws. The sky cracked open with a deafening thunderclap.

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

On the golden casket was inscribed "the reborn" Rumours, myths and legends of some Reborn who can influence where their souls end up in the next life, be it forward or backwards in time. This sort of non-linear nature is hinted at as a sort of decided element rather than as a confirmed automatic fact. Which is a great way to go about doing it depending on what the person wants. The fact that the Reborn have access to Gift of Years which grants access to Supernatural Merits which also lets them take the Sorcerer Merits. It means that while they won't have the super blatant world-shattering power of saying the main splats, the fact is they can, in time, be pretty powerful when it comes to affe