Terlahir Kembali Novels & Stories

(See also mom) 7. Mychild - A familial term used by a merfolk parent within a pod to refer to their biological child or an adopted child. It is a term of endearment and signifies the deep and special bond between the parent and the child. In the case of a biological mychild, the child is born to the parent within the pod, sharing a direct biological connection. In the case of an adopted mychild, the child may not have a biological connection to the parent, but the parent willingly and lovingly takes on the role of a primary caregiver and provider. This term recognizes and embraces the parent's exceptional commitment to nurturing, protecting, and unconditionally loving their child, surpassing

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

He questioned, His mind raced with questions, but he remained attentive, waiting for her to explain. Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes searching Scott's face for any signs of judgment. "A rebirth is someone who has lived multiple lives, reincarnating into different bodies throughout history," she explained. "In each lifetime, a rebirth retains the memories and experiences of her past lives, but their physical appearance and identity change."

Whatever Project Rebirth truly is It’s coming back for me. And this time, it knows exactly who I’ve become.

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.

I took rebirth. Life had given me another chance.

Chapter 355 Ellie There was some sort of rebirth that takes place when you start rediscovering yourself. It's like a whole new world that you didn't know existed . In some way you could call it a phase of rediscovery.I've said it before that I knew who I was and where was coming from but right now it feels as if I need to figure out who the hell am I and what my other half in tears because I know that I have a child born of love and I'm a combination of my parents love.

Born in the heart of sorrow, named in the light of the one I loved: Zevaren, a tender echo of Zevarion meaning a piece of him left behind. I returned to the Living Book, hoping for closure. But with Lioren’s soul now gone, its pages remained empty to me, silent and still. I returned it back within the roots of the Syrakai Wilds, where it belonged. To my quiet joy, all who were lost had returned to life, even the white bear. Her Heartstone had been restored, and when our eyes met again, there was no anger in them, only peace. Other packs had begun rebuilding, stones rising from the ash, children laughing in places that once held screams. A rebirth of the land, but I could not stay.

Claire said. "Yes." He looked at her. "The plan required weakening the gold line before her return. Without the gold line at full expression, she comes back diminished. She can return but not at the strength she had when she was imprisoned. Diminished, she's manageable." He paused. "The plan was to ensure that no gold-line birth occurred at full expression. To keep the line diluted. To make sure the specific conditions for her strongest return never aligned." "And then we happened," Julian said.

… "Jocelyn! Get up. Otherwise, you'll be late for your mock exam today." My mom's voice snapped me back to the living. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my room as it had been when I was 18. My desk sat by the pale blue curtains, stacked with study notes. The walls were plastered with Elmshore University admissions brochures from past years. It was April 7, 2010, two months before the college entrance exam. Then it hit me that I had been reborn. Looking in the mirror, I saw a face with no sign of age. No wrinkles from years of depression or gaunt, sickly pallor from chemotherapy. Just long glossy hair, bright eyes, and a healthy body. Tears spilled down my face before I could stop th