Novel & Cerita Reborn Tales Of Goddess Codes

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.

His expression was almost too excited to hide. "Read the headlines. The real show is just getting started." I looked at the paper. The front page showed a woman in black gloves, standing on a cargo ship, her profile sharp as a blade. The bold text read: The Widow Returns: Mysterious Arms Dealer Declares War on the Underworld. I stood up, a jolt of excitement running through me. It was the figure that haunted my dreams night after night. Mom was alive. She was really back!

“And what are you doing now? Digging through her ashes to bring her back? Tell me who’s the master and who’s the god.” Alessandro’s hand tightened into a fist. “Where is she?” Matteo smiled, the pixels glitching around his mouth. “Everywhere. Nowhere. She’s the light you see when you close your eyes. But she’s fading, Alessandro. The world doesn’t believe in her anymore, and belief is what sustains code now. Humans write gods with faith.” Lucia’s fingers flew over the keys. “He’s reanimating parts of the core network. If he stabilizes, we lose the whole grid again.”