Reborns That Cry Novels & Stories

"I was forced to stay by your side as a slave. Lyra is the only one who truly understands me. If you hadn't insisted on owning me, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch miserably as the woman I loved fell for another beastman. You're surrounded by lackeys, and you have people you can count on. You don't need me to save you, but Lyra is different. As a concubine-born daughter, she’s looked down on and has no support. I'm the only one she has now." The icy river water seeped into my bones. I could not believe what I was hearing. Thalyx's eyes held no hesitation. Seeing me about to be swallowed up by the water, he impatiently huffed his cheeks and used his massive tail to roughly shove me to the

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

Everything was too much to take. Tears welled up in her eye’s when she realised she was reborn. This place she remembers it correctly how her life changed after today. As the memory was engraved in her mind, she could tell at a glance what she was doing here and all the familiar sights. Why was she back? Why she did not die? Why was she was reborn at 20 years old? Crystal's heart sank at all the memories of her past life. Her tears began to fall. She sobbed uncontrollably. She never would have thought that her sister and mother would do this to her…

"He thinks you will break under pressure." "He doesn't know who I am," Victoria whispered, her hands resting against his knee. "No, he doesn't," Alexander agreed softly. He raised his hand, his warm palm gently cupping the side of her face. His thumb traced her cheekbone, making her breath catch in her throat. "You walked out of a grave, destroyed your enemies in forty-eight hours, and didn't shed a single tear," Alexander rasped. "I shed my tears in another life, Alexander," Victoria said softly. "I don't have any left to waste."

Only silence. "I am the Reborn Goddess!" I shouted. "I was chosen! I was reborn for this!" The void laughed. "No," I said, shaking. "No. I am not weak! I am not—" But my words meant nothing. My soul began to flicker. Fade. "Please… someone… Rensin… forgive me… I couldn’t save anyone." The gates of hell stretched wider. I could see my soul cracking. Light poured from me in pieces. I was vanishing.

I cried, managing to choke out between sobs. Christian reached out, his hands tentative as they cupped my face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears. His touch only made me cry harder, the dam well and fully burst after holding everything in for so long. I felt like I was drowning, waves of fear, anger, and regret crashing over me in endless succession. Fear for the threats that seemed to lurk around every corner. Anger at the injustice of constantly being a target, of never being able to escape this cruel cycle of violence. And regret...regret that my rebirth into this new life hadn't allowed me to shed the sins and trauma of the past.

Rebirth “Why am I not dead?” That was Lucian's first thought as he felt himself slowly regain consciousness. He remembered that he had been shot and he opened his mouth to cry out for help but the wail that escaped his lips was not his own. It was high-pitched unlike his and the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby. What the hell!!! He was startled and tried to form words but he let out another involuntary wail. His body felt wrong—small, weak, utterly helpless. He tried to move, but his limbs barely responded. His lungs burned as he struggled for breath.

A single drop fell onto a crystal he held beneath it. The moment my blood touched the crystal, Valak’s expression changed. His eyes went wide, confusion and something like shock crossing his features. “What is it?” I asked, tension spiking through me. He stared at the crystal, then at me. His lips moved, but no sound came out at first. Then his voice entered my mind directly, a mental communication that bypassed sound entirely. ‘You were reborn. You died and came back.’ I froze, my blood turning to ice.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Oh that, an immortal can die, but only when killed in a specific way. They are reborn, and can be reborn many times, unless a blood ritual is done to prevent. Until they become of age, they won't have any memory." October looked up at Kristolf. She noticed a crazed look in his eyes, but brushed it off because she saw the same look in Alistair's eyes most of the time. "Are they born to the same parents, or in the same family? How long would rebirth take?"

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