Reborn Legend Novels & Stories

“Goes like this: think about old drogar legends, back when Taloren Prime was a lush planet. Stories about emperors and empresses, gods and devils, heroes and villains. We’re supposed to be that.” “I get it,” Retholis said as he rubbed his chin. “Idealized drogar.” “Idealized, sure. We Reborn are s’posed to embody the best of what every drogar is, deep down. We represent our species’ strength or resolve or anger. Your Colviss, for example. She’s the ideal the First Justicar, yes?”

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

“That is my name. I am Resin, first of the Lycan Hybrids. Warrior of the Forgotten Wars. Death did not grant me rest; the Spirit World chose me to guard this island until balance is restored. And now… it seems fate has brought us together.” I stared at him, my pulse quickening. He stepped closer, his golden eyes scanning mine. “You are more than a runaway, Adolfa. Much more. You are the Reborn Goddess—the one who must restore what was broken.” I blinked. “That’s impossible. I’m just—” “—A Wereraven and Lycan hybrid,” he interrupted. “An extremely rare combination, a being of balance and chaos. You were once a goddess, the greatest of them all. And now, reborn, you must reclaim that power… or

He had to ensure nobody had any unusual status, indicating healing rejection. “I had a hunch,” the gamer chuckled nervously. Lorren didn’t buy it, but the drunken priest probed no further. If anything, he became more ambitious after learning Zen’s potential. “In that case, try to figure out how to regrow limbs. We’re not trying it on humans yet. There are many goblin captives in the dungeons. You can practise regrowing their limbs until you get the hang of it. Remember, if you fail at regrowing the limb, it could result in deformity. Cell overgrowth could resemble cancer. The only solution is to cut off the failed regrowth away, heal the injury, and try again.”

"You mean revenge?" Sebastian shrugged away. "I mean rebirth." He pointed to a tablet. Lazarus handed it over. On the screen: MonteTech Genesis Protocol [Status: Locked] [Access: Biological heir only] Sebastian's voice dropped to a hiss. "Then we make a new heir." Lazarus stiffened. "You… want to design someone?" Sebastian's voice was flat. Too flat. "No. We don't make. We steal." A beat that was long.

she asked. “I do not know. I do not know how I ended up here,” he replied. He was young. A newly born rogue, if you will. Anyone who becomes a rogue is considered to be reborn. A rogue can go back to not being a rogue, but the process is painful and almost impossible. Many do not survive.

I ground my teeth together. “Just speak, Modred.” He sighed. “Legend believes that there is a way to bring a soul back when it has reincarnated into a different vessel…” He hesitated. “…and that is to manipulate it, my prince.” I frowned, tilting my head. “Manipulate it? What do you mean, Modred? Speak clearly.” He swallowed. “A soul reincarnates to have a different experience from the one it had in its previous life… especially during the end of that life.”

Ha! I felt the memories surge, hot and sharp, but I forced myself to steady. Killian needed strength, not grief. “Can I tell you a truth?” I asked him and he nodded. “This is the second time I am here. In this world. When I was reborn,” I continued, “the powers came back to me sooner. Like they remembered themselves. Like the earth itself refused to let me remain broken… like I had died in my previous life.” Killian looked at me for a long while, probably to see if I had lost my mind and I just kept quiet,looking at him.

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

“Where there is light, there will always be shadow. One cannot exist without the other. But there is beauty in balance.” She reached out, pressing her palm against Liora’s chest. A wave of silver fire spread through her, mending her wounds and stilling her sobs. “You will not bear this burden alone.” Scene 3: The Final Rebirth The earth rumbled. The Rebirth Moon split open like an egg, pouring rivers of liquid starlight across the land. Where it touched the dead, new life sprang forth—flowers blossomed from charred soil, wolves rose from their ashes, their wounds fading as their fur shimmered with streaks of gold and black.