Novel & Cerita Shining Bright After Rebirth Novel

I smiled lightly as I listened to the news, feeling completely unmoved by their plights. Their lives had nothing to do with me anymore, after all. After the dinner was over, I returned to my office on the top floor of my company. I stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows and gazed at the stunning, bustling nightlife of the city. The cars stuck in traffic looked like a shimmering river beneath my feet. I gently swirled the deep red wine in my glass as I studied the confident, composed smile in my reflection on the glass. I didn't choose to forgive Shane and Valerie after I was reborn. I also didn't choose to cook up a hysterical plan to take revenge on them.

Chapter 2: Walking Up White. Everything was white. Aveline's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh brightness surrounding her. White ceiling. White walls. White sheets tucked tightly around her body. Heaven? The thought came unbidden, almost laughable. But then reality crashed down like a wave of ice water. Heaven? Her? After everything she'd done? After betraying Lucian, stealing from his company, choosing Damien over the man who'd tried to protect her—no. If there was any justice in the universe, she'd be somewhere much hotter and considerably less peaceful.

When we entered the elevator, I was about to ask which floor we were going to when the bodyguard slammed a stun baton against my head, and I watched as he pressed the button for B3. When I finally realized something was off, it was too late. Felix had specially built B3 to torment people. Before I could figure out why he was bringing me to B3, I had already lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was already tied to an electric chair. The person I first saw after opening my eyes was Nancy. She stood behind Felix with an ingratiating smile, pointing at me as she accused, "It was Spencer who worked with the thieves to steal the 200 billion dollars belonging to you! Those criminals

Julian shoved her away, his eyes still locked on me. A look of desperation filled his eyes. "Elara..." his voice became low, pleading. "I really know I was wrong. Can't you just give me one more chance? This life, I swear I'll do right by you. I won't make the same mistakes again." My heart skipped a beat. This life? Did he just say "this life"? Was Julian... also reborn? Did he remember everything from our past life? As I stood there, stunned, the family's security team arrived. They quickly subdued Julian and his men.

As for Irene and Pierre, Hades waved his hand in the air, and suddenly, a red cross appeared on both of their names in the Book of Life. "This is what they brought onto themselves. They deserved it!" Seconds later, I was transported back to my own world. Paul anxiously asked me how it went. I just shook my head and said, "It's all going to be alright." A short while later, Rose interrupted us with an urgent phone call. "Paul! Pierre and Irene are both dead! They were bitten to death by that monster baby that suddenly went berserk on them! "That abomination has already been thrown into the fire. Hurry up and bring my grandson back to me! I can't let anything happen to him!"

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

Richard Hale stepped through the smoke, his smile razor-sharp. My pulse froze. He looked at me like a prize reclaimed, his gaze lingering on the faint light still pulsing beneath my skin. “I see Project Rebirth worked better than expected.” I took a step back, every instinct screaming. “You should’ve let me die.” “Oh, my dear,” he said softly. “You don’t understand yet.” He raised a hand and the lights around us flickered, responding not to power, but to me. Because he wasn’t wrong. Something inside me had awakened.

Beside me, Rowan gasped awake, coughing, then laughing through the shock. We were alive. Alive. Changed. Power hummed under my skin, shadowfire, moonfire, fury and rebirth intertwined. Rowan looked at me with wide, silver glowing eyes. “Em… we came back.” I reached for his hand. “We’re not the same.” He smiled through tears. “No, baby. We’re so much more.” The moon above us pulsed, like it was bowing. And the world, our world, shifted. The Shadow Luna had risen.

It was new and different and stood apart from the endless echoes of lilith. Intrigued, I read, and it said: Born of shadows, the child was torn. A breath denied, her soul reborn. Blessings of old, now turned to ash, A cursed resurrection, a haunting's flash. I shuddered in fear, I had no idea why this part of the book terrified me. My heart raced as I pieced the cryptic lines together and all I knew was that it talked about a supernatural child brought back to life, only to lose the very blessings she was granted.

The metal burned faintly against his palm, the final whisper of a power that had nearly devoured them all. He closed his fist around it and felt it crumble into harmless ash. The child smiled and ran back to her family. Maxim opened his hand to the wind. The ash scattered like dark snow, carried into the brightening sky. Beside him, Zara leaned her head against his shoulder. “This is only the beginning,” she said. “Yes,” Maxim answered. His voice was quiet but sure. “The beginning we choose.” The sun climbed higher, burning away the last shreds of night. Flames flickered across the ruins—not the Hollow’s corrupt fire, but the clean, bright light of a world reborn. The survivors gathered in a