Reborn To Burn Them All Novels & Stories

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

Sophia asked breathlessly, feeling a strange, intoxicating pull. "I am you, Sophia. I am the part of you that survived the winter. When the revenge is complete, the two embers must become one flame. We should be whole." Outside, the first wail of sirens reached the basement. Sophia looked at the sobbing, broken heap that was Lucas, then felt a searing, pinpoint heat at the corner of her own left eye. She reached up, touching the skin as a faint, red mole began to bloom—the mark of the woman who had died, and the woman who had lived to tell the tale.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

I instantly felt like crying after hearing what Mom said. In my past life, I never mentioned it to Mom and Dad because I didn't want to trouble them; after all, they were already very busy with their law firm. I deeply regretted it when I saw Mom and Dad holding my body and crying so hard that they couldn't pull themselves together after I died. It was because of that that the very first thing I did after being reborn was tell Mom about what was happening at school.

The fragment glows, starlight binding Theryn and Zynara in a containment field, their tainted auras pulsing, the colossus advancing with its radiant army. The sanctuary collapses, crystalline walls shattering, the reborn world destabilizing. Elara’s essence pulses faintly, her whisper soft, Child, my heart fights. The group stands, their auras dim but resolute—Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, Lirien’s defiance, Kael’s void—a fractured flame. The reborn world pulses, a new rift forming—The colossus rises. With Theryn and Zynara tainted and the keeper-king’s colossus claiming Elara’s fragments, I face a battl

I heard it in the whispers of the wind, in the moans of the earth. All I had to do was get there and exact mercy on them. Yes, mercy. Because of corrupted and alien teachings, because of the way they had been brought up, those men had abandoned their true natures and weren’t really alive anymore. They simply existed, just like anyone who had killed the spark of the divine fire inside themselves. Not people, more like humanlike creatures. By killing them and returning their bodies to the ground, I would send their souls to the wheel of rebirth. Maybe next time, they would get lucky. But as for reaching them...

Naples burned in the distance. Behind me, the empire rebuilt itself—one soldier, one oath, one scream at a time. I lit a cigar, inhaled the fire. “Ave Phoenix,” I whispered to the wind. Long live the reign. Long live the fire. Because the old kings are dead… …and I am the god that replaced them.

I don’t hesitate. My fingertips touch the rune. It’s like pressing my soul into the sun. Pain blooms—not sharp, but deep, rewriting me from the inside out. Then a voice. Not in my ear. Behind my eyes. “You were born to be burned. But now—you must remember.” My knees buckle. I fell to the altar, gasping. Breath like fire. Skin cold. I lift my hand—silver blood drips, molten-bright, veins of starlight spilling into the altar and waking something far below.