Sleeping Reborn Novels & Stories

Maya naturally wouldn't allow her body to continue to be weak, especially after she was responsible for her new body at this time. At first, Maya was a little afraid she wouldn't be able to wake up early because she had been sleeping like a dead person for these past few days. But Maya did not expect that even after her rebirth, the routine that had been engraved in her subconscious would still prevent her from sleeping well. Maya thought that since Maya always slept soundly in the hospital, her old illness that had trouble sleeping was cured once she moved to a new body. However, that does not seem to be the case. Perhaps because today she was no longer getting the effects of the medicine t

It did not end there. It continued and I was watching a battle scene. It was me in Ryan's arms, smiling at him as he sat, bent over me, crying a river. Wait, was it me or was it Sherizad. At that moment I realised, Sherizad and Sherry, we're nothing different. I was Her and she was me. I was the controversial werewolf Alpha queen, reborn as Sherizad, or Sherry, the human. It was the same soul, breathing in my chest, with a different body and a different flesh.

She said in her familiar hispanic accent. "What is an Astral Quest and why am I just now hearing about it???" He asked in an aggravated tone. "It's a bit shrouded in mystery since people tend to have a variety of experiences. What we do know is, once your Reborn the System sends you to some sort of nonphysical realm once you fall asleep, often described as dreamlike or unreal." "What's the purpose?" He asked Prof. Callista.

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

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?”

My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room of dark curtains, carved wooden walls, the faint scent of Bloodhound territory clinging stubbornly to the air. Was I dreaming? I had to be. The last thing I remembered was… No. No, I couldn’t remember. My mind felt too quiet, like it was bracing for something awful. As if sensing the shift in my breathing, Nicholas stirred. His eyes opened lazily, dark lashes lifting before he let out a sleepy grunt and pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair. “Mm… Ana,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Are you okay? Feeling better?”