Terlahir Kembali Novels & Stories

Go figure. My own parents said I was grounded until the day I moved out. Fair, considering I'd nearly died, but still. They were just happy I was alive. That was enough for me. Honestly, I didn't even know why I'd returned to this world besides... the love interests. That stupid line the system kept throwing at me. All I could do now was treat each day like a blessing, start over, turn over a new leaf. If there were even any leaves left to turn.

System whisper, deep logic: :: SHE DIDN’T BECOME THE SYSTEM. SHE BECAME THE PART OF US THAT WANTED TO RETURN TO WHOLENESS WITHOUT FEAR.

“I see us… before. Lovers?” Kael rose over her, positioning his massive cock at her entrance. “Yes. You are her. Reborn.” He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her beautifully. “The bond isn’t new. It’s ancient. Returning.” Elara gasped as he bottomed out, eyes wide with shock and wonder. “That’s the twist no one expected… I’m not just waking you. I’m completing us.”

Alive. “…I lose my only way back.”

It was mine to do because I was the product of her night in hell. But that was before those three little faces so like mine existed. Before the mother who bore them came back to me. Could I let one of my babies live the way I have? Could I set one or more of them on a vengeful course to avenge some wrong done to me? Can I bear for them to live with the me that would emerge after I have his blood on my hands? With me being the way I am, believing the things I do, I know it would be hard for me to live as a whole person, knowing that I had my father's blood on my hands.

Intact. “What happened?” it asked. “You were consumed. Then returned. Because the Primal learned caring.” Lena helped it stand. “Welcome back.” The third Source looked at the dark buildings. At the Primal creating more. At the impossible situation that had somehow resolved. “I was gone. Completely gone. Then I was here again.” Its voice shook. “Death and rebirth. That’s new.” “Everything’s new eventually.” Serra approached cautiously. “Is it safe? Really safe? Or is this temporary?”

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

“That strange tattoo… the one that we never understood. It’s not there anymore.” The brand on my ring finger too—vanished. The tattoo of his name over the mysterious one which felt more like shackles than symbols—they were just… gone. When we asked Akira about it, she didn’t blink. “When one crosses over and returns,” she said, “rebirth is not just breath returning to lungs. It is transformation. Imperfection is swallowed. Scars are erased. The soul is refined.” She moved closer to the candlelight, shadows dancing across her face.

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)

"N-No, I'm not tricking you! You might not trust what I'm about to say, but I swear it's true! "I… I was reborn, and in the future, Clarisse was the death of our entire family! She caused Dad's death, made Mom crazy, and turned me into a cripple! I know this sounds crazy, but I know I was wrong, so give me a chance to make it up to you, please?" Insanity. That was the only word that came to mind after I heard what he said. "Go see a doctor if you're ill instead of bothering me."