Reborn Of War God Novels & Stories

I felt uncomfortable and I could barely breath, there was sometimes when I would dream about being rejected, the pain that I feel in my heart jolts me awake. I was depressed just like I was after what happened with my parents. I wasn't born a rogue, the situation made me a rogue, and I am trying all I can to shed off the rogue's aura on my body, and I have a feeling I'll be able to get that done with Carter's help, and that was why I decided to work for him. Even when what he does is against my intentions, I'll still follow him, unless he plans on hurting my mate.

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.

“What was that?” Iris’s eyes narrowed. “Vaelor. That wasn’t all of him.” As if in answer, the heavens split open with a crack of lightning, and a distant roar shook the world. A single phrase whispered across the wind, chilling Iris to her soul: The Goddess Reborn… or destroyed?

“Except for your two little drones, you’re basically unarmed! Even with my armor powered down, you’ll never be able to hurt me, much less annihilate me!” Colviss shifted her stance into a highly aggressive one, and pointed the tip of her blade towards Miko’s neck. “I’m still plenty strong enough to hit you,” she continued. “And one hit’s all I need.” “This is true,” Miko said. “If you hit.” “Never underestimate a Reborn,” she said. “We’re the gods of our kind.” Colviss harrumphed, then focused her entire being into a single strike. She pulled her consciousness towards that perfect path - the path where her blade met with Miko’s neck.

“I’ve died inside every time I was told I was nothing. I’ve been betrayed by my own family. And I’ve chosen Lucian every day.” The Codex pulsed, then opened. Flames rose. Images poured from the pages—visions of the First War, of golden wolves leading armies, of Elaria binding Asharoth’s soul in chains of fire. Then came the prophecy: “When the last golden heir awakens, And the moon bleeds red, A god reborn in mortal flame Shall rise against the dead.” Elizabeth fell to her knees. She was the prophecy. But what did “god reborn” mean? As they rested, Saelith approached her privately.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

“I’m offering you a gateway. If I fall, so does the barrier. The veil between your world and ours will shatter. You will feast.” The flames hissed. Then the shadows shifted, revealing a figure—tall, horned, eyes like glowing voids. One of the old ones. A forgotten god of war. > “And what of your soul?” Malric didn’t flinch. “You can have it when the Queen screams for mercy and her child is ashes in my hand.” There was silence. Then the entity stepped through the veil slightly, just enough for its claw to touch Malric’s shoulder. > “So be it, Warborn. We shall march. The skies will darken. The rivers will turn to rot. We will wake the sleeping beasts beneath the mountains.”

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

Jay's body lit up from inside, every nerve ending screaming as power he'd never possessed rewired him at the cellular level. Dying. Being reborn. Both. [BREAKTHROUGH COMPLETE] [FIRST MERIDIAN: OPENED] [CULTIVATION RANK: BODY REFINEMENT - FIRST LAYER] [OMEGA DESIGNATION: OVERRIDDEN] [NEW DESIGNATION: SOVEREIGN CULTIVATOR] [CONGRATULATIONS - YOU ARE NOW 0.001% LESS LIKELY TO DIE] Jay collapsed backward. Gasping. His whole body felt like one massive bruise. When he touched his chest, his fingers came away wet—sweat, blood from his nose and mouth.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.