Reborn Tales Of Goddess Codes Novels & Stories

I complained and faced the elder again. “That is normal,” said the elder. “Because Hera is reborn not in a normal way. If she does, she should be a child now but has a memory of the past. But it turns out she wasn't reborn; she was reborn in your body...Moon Goddess might let her soul come into your body and use it as hers with her memories being erased.” Many stories scattered about someone reborn back then, the same case as mine. But found it too confusing how someone could be reborn without a glimpse of their memories being retained. It might be the Moon Goddess' challenge to me.

This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

but she remember everything me :- okey I will protect her and please let me reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to reborn

but she remembers everything me:- okay I will protect her and please let me be reborn. I will protect her this time no matter what. I can't take this regret anymore :goddess:- OK I give you secrets permission to be reborn

All I could do was scream, scream in pain and agony until my throat hurt, only then I asked, “No! Why?! How?!” Hermes got down on my level, “They will be given a rebirth, Lady Abigail,” he informed me with a reassuringly calm tone. “What?” I asked, “What are you talking about?” I sniffled, the tears still pouring from my eyes and blurring my vision. “Only a God can destroy a God, so only a Goddess can destroy a Goddess; she will be given a rebirth.”

“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

“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?

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm. When she saw the bellflower mark, perfectly reversed from hers, her expression froze. The next second, all the strength drained out of her, and she collapsed. Her whole body turned red, as if she was burning from the inside out. Her face broke out in dense, blotchy rashes. She gasped for air, clawing at her own throat. Desperate to breathe, she actually started tearing it open. And she did. Blood splashed all over Francis. He touched his face, feeling the hot, metallic wetness, his mind going completely blank.