Reborns That Cry Novels & Stories

"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?"

they whisper, collapsing. Zynara screams, her aura erupting, her void-dagger radiating black-star light, her form shifting—a radiant oracle-vessel, her twin-star eyes blazing with the oracle’s will. “I am reborn!” she roars, her hymn shaking the vale, rifts tearing through the reborn world. My cosmic aura dims, the ritual’s cost searing, my Veil-tether fraying. Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is lost.

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.

And when he looked at me, I saw something different in his eyes. Not just love. Not just pride. Something deeper. Recognition. Like he finally understood who I was. Who I’d become. And who I refused to be ever again. Because rebirth isn’t always soft. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes it’s war. And sometimes, it looks like a woman standing in the rubble of her past... Holding a microphone instead of a match. And telling the world: I remember. And I am not afraid.

Rather, their molten eyes expanded and flickered with dread, which is something I hadn't anticipated seeing in them. Their heads raised one by one, cries escaping their throats. It was a harsh, irritating, somewhat melancholy sound that reverberated far into the ground. Their bodies then trembled. Their eyes, their claws, and the tears in their shadow-made skin all emitted smoke. As the light emanating from Rebecca's aura ripped at their very existence, their cries turned into shrieks. As I watched them stumble back, I stood motionless, chest heaving and blood streaming down my arm.

My breath caught as a horrible, icy realization crawled up my spine. “Mom…! Am I dead, Mom?” Her eyes softened with sorrow, but she didn’t answer. Tears blurred my vision as I asked her next. “Did Cassian survive?” “Why are you worrying about him?” Mom asked, pain sharpening her words. “You have burned alive yourself, Liora.” A cold pit formed in my stomach as she continued. “You and I, meeting here in this place, it means Lunaris’s elders are performing the rebirth ritual. They are using their wolves’ energies to repair your immortal root, to bring you back.”

Behind me, Alex whispered, “Elena… please.” But the floor, the air, the world all of it tilted violently. I could barely hear his voice anymore over the pounding of my own pulse. “Project Rebirth,” Richard said softly, “brought you back from death. Not as a copy. Not as a clone. As a reconstruction. A perfected version.” Tears blurred my vision. “No. No stop” Richard took another step. “That anger you feel right now?” “You felt it before.” “But that Elena is gone.” Every breath felt like glass.

"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

Kisa's eyes reddened, her voice choked with grief and aggrievement. Gilbert quietly looked at her sad face and suddenly chuckled. "If I didn't lie to you, would you be willing to get up there? Weren't you afraid I would die here and couldn't take you out of here? Now you are out of this cave. Follow the direction where you rolled down earlier, and you can find the way back. So, you shouldn't be crying. You should be happy. You have been saved, and the person you hate is dying. This is something you should celebrate and be happy about. Why are you crying?"