The Monkey King: Reborn Novels & Stories

Not him, right. "I need some time.. " He nodded and pressed his lips on my forehead... "Take all the time you need, princess... Just don't block me out... That's all... " I looked at him straight in the eyes... "Fine... I won't... But you have to tell me something first... Honestly.. " He nodded... "Why were you reborn? How did you get a second chance like me...? It was only me who fell from the cliff that day... " He looked at me with a gaze that I didn't quite understand...

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

Alpha Adam asked, confused. "Don't you know what he is, Alpha Adam? He is the mighty king of the dragons. The one and only King Arabic Reubus from the Kingdom of Diaphora. A long-lost kingdom for millenniums!" That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now.

The white light was getting swallowed up by darkness. “The Board didn’t send men,” a voice said—cold, mechanical, inhuman. “They sent the Prototype.” A massive metal hand crashed through the dying vines. Not just a machine—this thing was a monster, steel bones and blue liquid pulsing in its veins, just like hers. It was the King. If the company has created their own King to control the monsters, will Maya’s sacrifice be enough to protect her new family?

The only thing he could do was appease the Black Tortoise King to the best of his efforts, then send people to search for Oliver to make sure he was alive. Apologize? Mona jerked at the command, indignance written all over her face. "I did nothing wrong! Why should I have to apologize? Father, you are not scared of that old turtle, the Black Tortoise King, are you?" The Black Tortoise was the ancestor of all turtles. Mona, out of pure insolence, had consistently called the Black Tortoise King an old turtle. She rarely used it in front of the White Tiger King but had blurted it out in her rage.

Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air. It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, but two Kings rose from earth and with them, the rebirth of a race that we thought had died out long ago came to be. A species that are far more ruthless and powerful than us werewolves. “Things are getting worse, Niko, you know that,” Mom says quietly. “I have invited someone into our kingdom to try to solve the issues on our eastern borders,” Dad says quietly, gripping his fork and knife tightly.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

I am Kingsley the Monkey, and once she becomes my queen…] I couldn’t help but twitch a little at his unabashed theatrics. That little monkey had zero subtlety. I stepped on the accelerator and headed toward the monkey hill, where I announced, “From today onward, Kingsley the Monkey’s banana ration will be cut in half.” Kingsley the Monkey: [No!] The sun set low and painted the sky a beautiful color. I steered the tram along the winding path, enjoying the peaceful evening breeze. The egrets flew, the elephants played, the monkeys leapt, and somewhere in the cold wind a tiger walked steady and proud.

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End