The Rebirth Of Noble Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Ariella stepped into the massive Grey estate, her heels clicking on marble floors. Rosewood’s elite were already scattered across the grand hall—laughing, drinking, scheming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, but Ariella knew there was nothing celestial about this night. This party was a battlefield. She adjusted her silk burgundy dress, the one that clung just enough to make people turn but not stare. Her hair was swept into effortless curls. She looked like she belonged. She always had. That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role.

Then I would make my decision. I know that once I got a second chance mate, I wouldn’t be getting another. Not unless the Goddess herself intervened on my behalf, which was doubtful. She had already helped me with the gifts that she had given me. I could never repay the biggest gift of all, by her allowing me to be reborn. I believe the gift she gave me, to be able to read minds, is a close second.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

“Where there is light, there will always be shadow. One cannot exist without the other. But there is beauty in balance.” She reached out, pressing her palm against Liora’s chest. A wave of silver fire spread through her, mending her wounds and stilling her sobs. “You will not bear this burden alone.” Scene 3: The Final Rebirth The earth rumbled. The Rebirth Moon split open like an egg, pouring rivers of liquid starlight across the land. Where it touched the dead, new life sprang forth—flowers blossomed from charred soil, wolves rose from their ashes, their wounds fading as their fur shimmered with streaks of gold and black.

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

“We already have what we want. You’re alive.” That sent a chill deeper than the room’s cold air. Alive but at what cost? I looked down. Beneath the bandages, faint lines pulsed pale circuits glowing just under my skin. My breath caught. “What did you do to me?” Dr. Vale’s expression softened, as if she pitied me. “We rebuilt what was broken. Enhanced what was lost. Project Rebirth was always about resurrection, Mr. Knight. You were simply… next in line.” “No,” I muttered. “This wasn’t meant for me.”

She didn't end there, without another word, she went for his head and with a swipe of her claws, took off Dennison's head to make sure there was no way the witches resurrected him through magic. Reene's wolf got up immediately, howling in joy. I couldn't believe it. It had all been a ploy to make him think he had the upper hand, and as stupid as he was, he has given in to it. She knew how proud and conceited he was and had taken the advantage. As the realisation of his death spread through the onlookers, everyone gasped in awe.

A small group of host girls leaned against the counter near the lounge, giggling amongst themselves, their makeup was heavy and their dresses was barely covering anything. Their eyes flickered toward her, taking in her expensive-looking dress, her poised demeanor, so out of place in a place like this. Then, a thought struck her. If she had been reborn, didn’t that mean she was still rich? Her lips curled into a smirk. She had been a fool before, blind to the power money gave her. But now? Now she would use every advantage she had. And the first step to her revenge? Making Alexander choke on his own poison.

Tears pricked from the corners of my eyes and I wiped them away, saying, “Reina Grayson’s dead, but I will find her killer and take my revenge. I must know why she was killed. From now on, I am Narah Smith.” The past eighteen years had left a huge gap in my life as Reina but the goddess gift of rebirth had given me a chance for revenge. I must return to Valeothor. I stayed with Benny for a few days and just as she said, my memories as Narah returned to me. I went back to my place, picked up a few things, gathered the money I had saved and left.