The Glory After Rebirth Novels & Stories

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

I'd always spoken gently, patiently explaining right from wrong. Julia clearly hadn't expected me to be this severe with my own children. For a moment, she froze, utterly stunned. The two so-called "dutiful kids" hung their heads, their expressions dark and unreadable, their thoughts impossible to guess. Then, just like a tide breaking, I felt every ounce of pain and humiliation from my previous life flooding back. I drew a deep breath, my nails digging into my palms so hard they broke the skin. Even when I felt the sting of blood, I didn't stop. I needed that pain to keep myself from losing control.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

The room stayed quiet after that confession and then he exhaled slowly. “That is unfortunate.” “Unfortunate?” He nodded once. “To return through murder is always harder.” “What does that mean?” I asked in confusion. “It means your second life was never going to be simple.” “Okay??" I asked as my curiosity heightened. “You returned because something was wrong.” “Yes.” “But returning does not automatically save you.” “I don’t understand.” “The reason for rebirth is correction.” He said as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. “You are given another chance to right what destroyed you.”

As if nothing important now than the life that sacrifice! How cruel destiny is, how schemeful the fate is, and how...everyone thought the death of last of the list, yet thought to be the start, was to happened for the ultimate preparation to come! “It was the return of all Spirit,” he said, not even bothered to feel good. He only watched as the chain broke, until the bloody mist to glow and gudie the Spirit back to the world, then vanished as if not exist at all. “For all Corpse that choose to experience death to live an eternal life. Was it the price that she paid upon reborn without change...?”

She would bring back only the purest souls, those who had been wronged and taken too soon. “And when the new moon is upon us,” her father continued, his voice full of awe, “she makes her decision. Those who are worthy—are reborn in another body, another life. But they will never be the same. They walk with the memories of their former selves, but their new path will be different.” At the time, Lily had listened, comforted by the idea of rebirth—of second chances. Little did she know, her second chance would come, though it would be nothing like she had imagined.

Then the man, who was holding the woman's waist, clearly showing that both of them are a couple or a partner, also spoke in a calm tone. “Reborn or rebirth doesn't mean that you can do anything and that heaven gives you a chance to continue the path that you didn't continue in your past life. Reborn or rebirth is meant to start brand new and redeem yourself from your past life because this is your second life and you should treasure it, not abuse it. However, when you were reborn in this world again, you were ecstatic thinking that heaven is also on your side and favors the wrong deed you've committed, that's why the first thing you did was to harm such innocent people because of your hatred

… "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

Elara lay still, frail and sunken, a shadow of the woman she once was. One of her hands curled weakly around the frayed edge of the sheet. The other twitched now and then like it was reaching for something that had already left her behind. Her lips moved, dry and cracked. No sound came out. But if God was listening, He would have heard the silent plea in her heart: 'Please. Let me go back. Give me one more chance. I won't be blind again. I won't beg them to love me. Just let me rewrite this…Let me rewrite me.'

Broken. And Luna. Perfect. Healthy. Alive. Then everything went black. And I heard her voice. My daughter. Clear. Certain. *Don't worry, Mother. You gave your life for me. Now I'll give you something in return. Something no one has ever received.* Light exploded. I gasped. My eyes opened. I was alive. But different. Changed. Reborn. And when I looked at my reflection, I saw it. My eyes. Now shifting colors. Like Erebus's. Like a god's.