Reborn To Burn Them All Novels & Stories

I scoffed lightly, Better to die by their guns than to have that handcuff shamelessly cuffed around my wrist. The moment I saw a tiny spot for me to escape through I dashed towards it, calculating in my head that they wouldn’t want to fire bullet in an open space where majority of civilians are. But I was wrong, at the first step I took, I felt bullet pierce into my body, by the time I had moved three steps away, numerous shots had been fired into my body, i coughed out blood and slumped to my knee. My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,”

"The Crimson Flame is carried by you. the most ancient fire. It rests inside of you. However, it stirs now. I took a step back. "I'd rather not die." "You're not required to," she stated. "But you have to burn to rise." I paused. "Will it cause pain?" Slowly, she nodded. "Beyond anything. But you will be reborn after the suffering is over. I shut my eyes. I said, "I'll do it." The woman smiled. "After that, let the fire carry you." I was completely consumed by the fire. My bones, blood, and entire body were scorched. I let out a yell. I had the impression that I was being torn apart, fragment by fragment. I didn't stop, though. I gave it everything: my history, my pain, and my fear.

“All you’ve given me are nightmares and pain! I’ve lost so much, my family, my safety, my peace. If you’re truly a part of me, why have you only brought me suffering?” The flames around us surged higher, roaring like an angry beast. Her expression darkened, her voice a sharp hiss now. “Because rebirth is never gentle. Fire does not create without first destroying. You are being remade, piece by piece, into what you were always meant to be.” I staggered back, though there was nowhere to run. The fire licked at my heels, chasing me no matter where I turned. “Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Just tell me what you want from me. Tell me who I really am!”

It engulfed the white marble tombstone that belonged to his ancestors, leaving cracks and scorch marks on the surface. His entire body shook from fury. He shoved Shane, who was trying to support him, aside and screamed, "Are you paying respects to my ancestors or trying to burn them? Where the hell did you get the guts to start a fire in a forest? I paid you to host a simple ceremony, and this is what you came up with?" Shane was completely flabbergasted. His mind went blank as he watched the flames continue to set the mountain alight. He removed his jacket and tried to put out the fire, but he was forced to retreat when a scorching wave of heat washed over him. The ends of his fringe had al

No longer captive. Reborn predator.

, how I begged for my life and my unborn child. How I was starved and tortured till I was finally stabbed to death. I will make sure they bleed, till they beg for death I picked up my phone and called Micheal, after a few rings he picked. “It’s time” i said

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

Kimberly explained softly. Fabian proudly added, "Her grandma's a well-known psychic back home. These are the real deal." At that, another wave of admiration swept through the crowd. Out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled and nearly fell. When I turned, Fabian was glaring at me in disgust. "Priscilla Jensen! Stop daydreaming and get over here to tie the charms!" My fingers trembled as the truth crashed over me—I had been reborn. In my past life, it had been the same morning with sunlight glaring down on us. Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms.

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.