Romans & histoires Reborn Stories

You can't listen to my brother all the time, let's go show the world that Rose Hawthorne has been reborn. I hesitated. I hadn't been in a club before, I was always a house girly but fuck it, I won't be a ghost from my past life. Then I remembered the therapist words. "Be whatever you weren't in your past, that's the only way true change can start." "Fine," I said, a surge of rebellion hitting me. "But if Derek finds out, I am telling him you kidnapped me."

I didn't want to see her marriage implode, so I idiotically kept her secrets, not expecting her to weaponize my silence. She pinned all her trashy affairs, accidental pregnancies, and debts onto me, ultimately making me take the fall for a crime that ended my life. The blinding terror of my death in that past life was still fresh in my mind. But now that I was reborn, I refused to play the sacrificial lamb again. The Carters were one of the most prominent families in the city. Marrying Jake was Brenda's golden ticket out of her working-class roots. Jake's parents had always looked down on her humble background. If they ever found out she was actively stepping out on their son, she would be t

Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it. The figure stirred, weak and scarred, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the mountains outside. Weeks of uncertainty had passed since a daring rescue pulled her from the inferno that had consumed her previous life. Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished.

This is the only logical explanation for what is going on. They are really reborn?

Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

When I finished, I braced myself for his judgment, his dismissal, his concern for my mental health. “I believe you,” I blinked. What? “You… do?” I asked in disbelief. “I do.” He affirmed, staring at me intensely. “You don't think I sound crazy?” I was more than shocked he was buying into the idea of me living her second life. He nodded, unwavering. “I don’t.” I found it all so surprising and confusing but Nicholas didn't give me his reason for his blind faith in my story. Instead he bent to kiss my shoulder and said, “This time will be different. You won't go through such a fate again, this I swear to you on the Moon Goddess.”

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.

That seemed counterproductive when I needed every advantage I could get. "Tell me about the Twice-Born," I said suddenly. "Everything you know. Maybe understanding more about what I am will help me understand what I need to give up." Beatrice set down the book she had been examining and moved to sit across from me. "The Twice-Born are legendary. In all the centuries I have lived, I have only heard of three others existing. They are souls who have died and been brought back by divine intervention, not through dark magic, but by the direct will of a deity."

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.