Revenge And Rebirth Novels & Stories

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

Lucil helped me to realize I was just in denial. I had thought she wouldn't have a good heart and wouldn't care about other people, but I was wrong. I still don't get the reason why I feel like a totally finished man, but I don't want to lose her. My ears bleed upon hearing her scream the word ‘Revenge,’ I needed to understand what she was saying. Revenge? How can she do that all by herself? “Yes, I want to go back to Spring Pack and expose the evil that was done against me,”

I was overthinking. I remembered that when I was reborn, I only planned to take revenge and didn’t think about romance. How did it become like this? People were greedy and wanted to get more. I was able to live this life, be with these good friends, see my grandfather, and see many elders who love me. I should be satisfied. These were all stolen by me. So I patted my face and hurriedly poured some water on it before going downstairs to eat. “Ailina, are you still a woman? Are you washing your face like this?”

The truth was, from the first moment I saw him, I already knew—Alexander had been reborn too. But the mischief in me kept me from telling him that I had also returned from another life. Because I didn't want to revisit those memories again. Since we had already been reborn, this life was our true new beginning. The past could be treated like a dream—or like a movie I once watched. Either way, the present was all that mattered. I no longer wanted to dwell on the wounds I once carried. I only wanted to remember who stood beside me now. "Alexander," I said softly, "take care of me for the rest of my life, won't you?"

The room stayed quiet after that confession and then he exhaled slowly. “That is unfortunate.” “Unfortunate?” He nodded once. “To return through murder is always harder.” “What does that mean?” I asked in confusion. “It means your second life was never going to be simple.” “Okay??" I asked as my curiosity heightened. “You returned because something was wrong.” “Yes.” “But returning does not automatically save you.” “I don’t understand.” “The reason for rebirth is correction.” He said as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. “You are given another chance to right what destroyed you.”

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

Etienne jested and Nadine rolled her eyes. Actually, she was still stunned and her mind was spinning. She had no idea how to handle the fact that she had been reborn! She looked down at her hands—young, unscarred, unburdened by the pain she had carried in her previous life. She was seventeen again, and in just a few hours, she would turn eighteen.