Tales Of Rebirth English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

but were you told what comes after? The rebirth of time is the beginning of all...be it so, time is compromised, Chaos shall be Reborn.

"It's a tribal language for vampire tribes. My father taught me a lot of tribal languages when I was a young wolf." I flip to the next page, and there's another writing. "Do you believe in rebirth? If not, you cannot access this book." I shake my head in denial and flip through the rest of the pages, only to find them blank. Perfect waste of time. I slide the book back onto the shelf and take a book on cyclones instead. "I'll settle for this tonight," I say, raising the book, but her gaze remains fixed on The Book of Reborns. After a moment, she peels her eyes off it, nods at me, and returns to her chair.

"I should have told you these things later, but since I have encountered such a problem in advance, I will satisfy your curiosity." Samuel sensed his surroundings. After confirming that he was not being overheard, he told Saber Twelve about Xuanyuan World and his rebirth. After listening to these words, Saber Twelve seemed to have heard a myth. Because it was too strange, he could not believe it. But when the words came out of Samuel’s mouth, he had to believe it because he knew it was impossible for Samuel to make such a joke with him. "Rebirth means that you've lived for two lifetimes?" Saber Twelve took a deep breath and asked Samuel.

And somewhere deep in the night, beneath the breath of the new pack I’d built, I felt it—the echo of destiny shifting again. Something was coming. And this time, it wouldn’t be Kaelus. It would be something older. Something that had been waiting since the gods fell. And as the mist swallowed the clearing, I whispered to the dark—not in prayer, but in promise. "We will not be hunted again." The forest seemed to answer, a low pulse beneath the soil, as if the earth itself agreed. Maybe this was what rebirth truly meant—not rising unbroken, but learning to live beautifully with the cracks.

“You really are like something from a fairy tale.” They were beautiful wings, and I was happy to have them. But as the pleasure faded, I wondered what I’d become. I had been corrupted, and in this sweet corruption been reborn . . . but could I accept this rebirth, knowing that it was a perversion of what I’d been raised to be? ~

Maybe, just maybe, we would find a way to navigate the turbulent waters of grief and emerge stronger on the other side. "Mink," Kashmira said softly, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand whispered dreams, "I've heard stories... stories of mates finding each other again, in another life, after rebirth. They get a chance to live out their love once more, to cherish each other just as they did before."

After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance. Wesley was the kind of person I never needed to lift a finger for. He could not be more perfect. During the seventh year after my rebirth, he took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were blanketed in vibrant red, bursting with life and energy. As we walked down the path, I quietly took his hand. I wished, more than anything, that time could just stop right here. (The End)

I think every fork held around the table, stopped in mid-air. “How can that be? I’m not that old.” I looked at Gabriel, feeling a little nervous and anxious. “Luna-kissed never die. They are reborn.” I looked at Sam and Elara. “Sam told me that lore, but not the reborn part.” “We didn’t know,” Elara said a little defensively. “Oh! I wouldn’t have expected that,” I clarified quickly. “Now we know what it means.” Then I looked at the old woman. “So, this means I’ve been reincarnated?”

That was how hybrids came into existence with vampires marrying witches so as to increase their population. After years of peace, the first ever vampire werewolf hybrid was born. No one believed it was possible but it happened and that child was declared the strongest amongst all supernaturals. That child was prince Arthur, born of an Alpha wolf and an elite vampire. He left the palace as a kid to learn how to use his abilities and since then no one had heard from him, until this very moment. *** “Fine, what news?” Sheila asked and Elsa smiled brightly. “Prince Arthur is back! The royal counsel had announced it early this morning!” She gushed and Margery chuckled.

"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.