Reborns That Cry Novels & Stories

“The throat ache, like I said, came from the drowning. The dreams and backflashes you must have had, all of them are part of it. As painful as it was, and I’m honestly sorry for that, it had to happen for you to fully be reborn.” I’m sure at this point, my eyes are ready to bulge out of my sockets. “Reborn?” I question with a gasp escaping my lips. In my mind, it felt like those weren’t just visions, but that there was much more time that had passed. Everything felt different and shifted. But never ever would I have thought about it as being reborn. More like a vision maybe.

Father sobs, and my emotions break. The tears that I have held back for five days begin to fall down my face. Sobs that feel like they will tear my throat apart explode from my chest. My Lycan, Kratos, even whines as we grieve for our sister. PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS AND REVIEWS. I RESPOND TO EVERYONE. COMING SOON: THE LYCAN PRINCE'S FOREVER

The figure laughs, the sound makes my blood run cold, it doesn't sound human, it sounds like screams buried beneath centuries of hatred. "You think your father would ever love you?" My breathing falters. "A weakling like you?" I squeeze my eyes shut. "No..." "You couldn't even be useful for a business merger." The words hit harder than anything else because they are the very fears I bury deepest, the thoughts I never allow myself to voice. "What can you possibly be?" I shake my head repeatedly as tears stream down my face. "Stop..." The figure continues relentless and merciless. "You want another chance to live."

The fact that he had even seen Eva surpass normal Drogar in a few ways had nagged at him. Perhaps he just didn’t want to believe something like that was possible. In the end, he had to relent. Szereth slumped into his seat as realization fully dawned on him. “Well, that just makes gods-damned sense, doesn’t it?” he said. “Ancestors from every species coming back from time to haunt the living.” “There goes captain grumpy again,” said Alevos. “Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?”

The world smelled of smoke and death. I pushed myself up, my hands sinking into the crumbling earth, fingers brushing embers that still glowed faintly. My chest heaved as I sucked in air, each breath tasting of ash and fire. Fuck, everything hurt, my bones, my muscles, even my soul if there is such a thing. This was the price of rebirth. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. How many times have I done this now? Ten? Twenty? More? It didn’t matter. The pain never changed, and neither did the emptiness that followed.

My soul screamed as it broke free from its human shell—no longer broken, no longer bruised. Reborn. In that moment, I felt everything heal. Every crack, every injury. My strength returned. My power, mine again. And with it came something I hadn’t allowed myself in days. Grief. Rage. Hope. I unleashed it. Every scream I had held back. Every ounce of fury. Every unspoken fear. It poured out of me like a storm as my glow shattered the dark. Green light ignited around me—alive and blazing. I felt my soul anchor… back into my body.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Iris actually throws up, realizing Joey and her stepmother are having sex. “I know, disgusting,” The woman holds Iris’s black hair back and rubs Iris’s back. “Why? Why is this happening?” Iris asks again, screaming and choking on tears. “It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you what I can. You get three chances to make it right. I am sorry to say I agreed to a game with the god of the Sea. He says his creations are stronger than mine. Daria has already been re-born once. If she fails twice more, I win. So, you get to go back,” the lady tells Iris. “You get three chances. If you can’t defeat Daria and Ingrid, then I lose, and you stay dead.”

It had no face, no voice, but its presence was like a whisper in my soul: "Reborn, but not destroyed." And before I could understand the real meaning, the floor beneath my feet broke, like glass from an old dream, and I didn't scream, just accepted the fact as Naomi and I embraced and accepted our future, because in the end, we would no longer be us, but the new creature.

I felt uncomfortable and I could barely breath, there was sometimes when I would dream about being rejected, the pain that I feel in my heart jolts me awake. I was depressed just like I was after what happened with my parents. I wasn't born a rogue, the situation made me a rogue, and I am trying all I can to shed off the rogue's aura on my body, and I have a feeling I'll be able to get that done with Carter's help, and that was why I decided to work for him. Even when what he does is against my intentions, I'll still follow him, unless he plans on hurting my mate.