Reborn To Burn Them All Novels & Stories

The strength in Victor’s body gave out. I released him, picked up a knife nearby, raised my hand, and drove it down. Thud. Thud. Thud. Again and again, until his body was nothing but a sieve. Then I used my ability once more, draining every last drop from the remains on the ground. Ten years of torment and humiliation, and all the restraint and planning after my rebirth, finally ended today. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at the sky. “I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!”

In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality. Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead. After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what. The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me. I had already been forged in fire. The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.

"No way, Melissa went to make us herbal tea. We have to wait for her before we can operate on the mayor!" When Joe Reid spoke those exact same words as in my previous life, I finally realized I had been reborn. Watching him explain to our department colleagues, hatred surged within me like a tidal wave. Before I could make a move, Joe turned to me with anger written all over his face. "Kimberly Hayes, you're so selfish! Melissa isn't here yet. What's wrong with waiting two more minutes?"

Not now. As I reached my room and closed the door behind me, I allowed a small, bitter smile to play on my lips. They didn't know the truth yet, but they would when I started biting them like bees. All of them would pay for what they did. Being transferred back in time had given me a second chance, and I intended to use it to exact the revenge they all deserved. This time, they would all face the consequences.

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

My hands flared again, a warning to the world, to the forest, to anyone foolish enough to stumble upon me. I was here. I had survived. I was fire incarnate. And soon, they would all know. I crouched atop the ridge, shadows curling around me, my body trembling with hunger, exhaustion, and the raw thrill of power. The forest below smoldered faintly, silent witnesses to my rebirth. My lips curved into a faint, defiant smile. They will burn. Not now. Not yet. But one day, all of them would feel the fire. And somewhere, far away, Kael moved towards the pulse he could not ignore, drawn by the same whisper that had awakened me in the ashes.

“You who cursed the innocent, now wear their wounds. You who broke the light, now burn within it. You who fed on pain, now become its vessel. You are no longer Karthyx. You are no longer Velquira. You are Solkarith! The Light That Burns the Damned.” “You shall not die. You shall not rest. You shall not forget. You will cleanse what you once corrupted. You will carry the screams you caused. You will be the cure and the curse.” The cave shakes as the spirit collapses into itself, glowing with divine fire. The faces of the father and son shine within it, their faces twisted, they are weeping.

Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

"The game where everyone loses, the game where there are no winners, only survivors. The game where the only way out is to burn everything down and start over." I stood up, my hand on my stomach, my voice steady, my heart cold. "Then I'll burn it down, I'll burn it all down, and I'll build something new from the ashes."

Turning to look at everyone, I suggested, “Let's get all these bodies burned. So we can return to our homes. As we gathered the lifeless bodies of the rebellious pack members and carefully arranged them into a solemn mound, a profound sense of justice and retribution permeated the air. With unwavering determination, we set ablaze a roaring fire, its flames leaping and crackling with an intensity that mirrored our collective resolve.