Reborn Online Novels & Stories

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

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

“Jeez, alright. How about you let me fight one of the weaker ones though? I can probably take those, right?” Szereth exhaled deeply. It was one thing if she could take down a normal Drogar through guile, but another thing to take down any of the Reborn. They were insurmountable. “Reborn Anew are not to be messed with,” he said resolutely. “More and more have been entering the Pit in order to make their way to the top, and they’re all but unstoppable. Regular Drogar can’t stand up to them, and neither could you.

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?"

"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.

But in the quiet peace of a love reborn. --- The Kingdom Reborn: The hills surrounding the sanctuary rippled with green as the first flowers of the season stretched toward the sun. What had once been a place of confinement and fear had blossomed into a refuge, a radiant cradle of healing. The sanctuary had been renamed by the people themselves: House of Light and Mercy.

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?

“You are not alone in remembering the past….Three hearts woke up from the same death...One seeks redemption, one seeks destruction and one seeks survival....choose carefully, Alira…this time, not everyone will make the same mistake.” My fingers went cold. Three hearts. Reborn. One seeks redemption. One seeks destruction. One seeks survival. I wasn’t the only one. And suddenly… This game became far more dangerous.