Reborn Queens Gambit Novels & Stories

Although the Queen tried to fight back, her strength was not comparable to the four stocky Warriors around her. “Queenie! Do you think you’ve won with all this? You ruined my life! My plans and my dreams! You even killed Prince Fabian, the man I love! Would you like a young woman like me to marry an old Darian King? I got married because I wanted to rule the Bright River kingdom. The Prince I found had the same plan. I’m willing to give him the throne of Bright River because I love Prince Fabian. But now, I have no more reason to be in this Kingdom. But my revenge is not over. You will experience life worse than death. You will pay dearly for everything!”

“It gets weirder the more I investigate it, so I had people go to the US. Reborn first appeared six years ago. It’s said that she only stayed there for half a year and then magically disappeared. She showed up again on Europe’s stock market two years ago. Her methods were similar to before, but she backed out after earning ten billion dollars. She popped up in a few places around the world in these few years, and her movements are irregular.” Chester squinted his eyes and crossed his arms. “Has anyone seen the real Reborn?”

It seems like something they'd do, self-assured pricks, lawless mongrels who don't fear death. Only, the reaper's finally come for them. "The Queen's Gambit," Ariadne whispers. There's no answer for a long ten seconds. Then Ariadne hears the door unlock, metal sliding against something that needs oil. Hinges creak, and Ariadne's greeted with a blast of warm air. "That's an old password," the Beta informs her before his eyes flicker with interest. "Oh." "That's the one I remember," Ariadne says, studying the man.

Beneath it, one phrase scrawled in Latin: Regina renascitur ex cinere. The Queen is reborn from the ashes. Amara. For a long moment, I stand in the rain, chest heavy, pulse deafening. She’s building something again — something dangerous, something divine. And if I know my wife, she’s already ten steps ahead. But she doesn’t know what I’ve learned — that the Crimson Order didn’t die with Isabel. It evolved. And the person pulling the strings now isn’t her. It’s someone far older. Someone who once owned us both.

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

It had been far too long. Three years of a loveless marriage had muted the vibrant melody that once defined Eva. But buried beneath the monotony and disillusionment, the embers of her true self still flickered. Now, fueled by the adrenaline surging through her veins, those embers roared back to life. The roar of the engine was a battle cry, a reclamation of the passionate, driven woman she'd almost forgotten. Eva clung to Xian's bumper, her focus laser-sharp, her spirit reawakened. The race wasn't just about winning a bet; it was a race to rediscover herself.

Behind her, the thunder roared — the mansion lights flickering again. I jerked my arm free, my voice cracking. “Why show yourself now?” Her smile faded. “Because it’s almost time. Project Rebirth is active again. And when the final phase begins…” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “…only one of us gets to survive.” Before I could react, she shoved me back. Hard. I hit the edge of the table and fell, the flashlight rolling away. The balcony doors swung open from the wind, sending papers flying.

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Ariella stepped into the massive Grey estate, her heels clicking on marble floors. Rosewood’s elite were already scattered across the grand hall—laughing, drinking, scheming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, but Ariella knew there was nothing celestial about this night. This party was a battlefield. She adjusted her silk burgundy dress, the one that clung just enough to make people turn but not stare. Her hair was swept into effortless curls. She looked like she belonged. She always had. That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role.

“He’s our Alpha, leading us to reclaim the lives we deserve. I’m his mate and Luna. Do you remember what happened to you?” A sharp pain stabbed through Jackie’s head as she tried to access her memories. “Don’t worry, dearest,” the blonde continued. “Rebirth is exhausting. But you’ll be back to yourself soon.” “Rebirth?” Jackie muttered, trying to sit up. But dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell back onto the cot. “Yes. You were the daughter of the Royal Pack’s Beta—beautiful and beloved. You were waiting for your fated mate, and because you rejected the Alpha Prince’s advances, he forced himself on you.”

And next to it, resting on the green felt, was Vespera’s FBI badge. On top of the badge sat a single poker chip. The Queen of Hearts. Lysander stared at it, his face turning purple. Under the floorboards, running through the damp, dark tunnels toward the river, the Wolf and his new Queen were laughing. They vanished into the night, leaving the law behind to chase ghosts.