Rust Reborn Novels & Stories

Freezes. Then slowly looks up at me. “You,” he breathes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why are you everywhere? In person, online… even in my dreams?” Everything clicks. “Tell me the dream,” I say quietly. He hesitates. “Wait… does that mean you’ve been reborn too?” The word settles between us. Reborn. Impossible. Yet the only thing that makes sense. “I don’t know,” I whisper. But I do. It hits me all at once.

Ezekiel stood there, his chest heaving with unspoken words, his heart aching with unfulfilled longing. “She’s alive,” he whispered to himself, his resolve hardening. “And I will bring her back.”

Alpha reborn. The storm they tried and failed to destroy.

Kimberly explained softly. Fabian proudly added, "Her grandma's a well-known psychic back home. These are the real deal." At that, another wave of admiration swept through the crowd. Out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled and nearly fell. When I turned, Fabian was glaring at me in disgust. "Priscilla Jensen! Stop daydreaming and get over here to tie the charms!" My fingers trembled as the truth crashed over me—I had been reborn. In my past life, it had been the same morning with sunlight glaring down on us. Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms.

He cleared his throat, raised a hand towards Jake and said: "I'm Chrisptopher Harris Borrison. I hope to see you again, if any." "Oh my God. You are the new master of the Borrison family, my grandpa has talked alot about you!” Jake cried out in excitement. Catherine could feel the admiration of her best friend clearly. Jake hurriedly shook his hand and said back: “I'm Jake Everton, this is my business card. If there is any opportunity, I'm ready to help with anything you ask for."

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.