The Reborn Choice Novels & Stories

I cried, but life was slowly draining out of me. Just when my eyes were about to close, Aragon showed up. He introduced himself as the god of crossroads and gave me three options for my reborn. I was to choose between the three paths of life for a new life. Getting reborn as Lacy into the Jules family, a poor couple who had just lost their only daughter but didn't know yet that their daughter had died in the room. Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story.

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”

“What if you had another chance? Another life? Another chance at life?” I stared at her, feeling breathless. “Is that possible…can I be reborn?” She nodded. “Yes, for all the kindness you've done in your lifetime and for the unjust way in which you died, I'll grant you another shot at life. Whatever you choose to do with this life will be your choice…” “Yes!” I said at the top of my voice wiping away the tears with the back of my hand. “Yes…I want to go back,” Her eyes glowed brighter, “If that is what you wish, then return back to the moment that changed it all.”

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

Roxanne's POV Before I was reborn, I already knew that my time was limited. Once I resolved Stefano's regrets, I would return to my own world. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself still at the bottom of the sea. All I could see was pitch-black darkness as seawater flooded my nose. People all around were shouting my name, and the onlookers on the shore weren't indifferent either. They were all reaching out and straining in my direction.

It went down for miles, deep into the warm, humming heart of the Earth. As we descended, the air grew sweeter. The smell of ash faded, replaced by the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—memories of a world I had never truly known, but that the Genesis engines still remembered. We reached the bottom. The chamber was a cathedral of light. In the center sat a chair made of living roots and glowing fiber-optics. It looked like a throne, but I knew it was a prison. "Once you sit down," Hope said, standing at the edge of the platform, "the 'Re-Birth' begins. The shroud will start to break. In a hundred years, the sun will touch the ground again. In a thousand, the oceans will be blue."

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

Talia's POV I had only just stepped out of the Council of Elders' hall when Darius Vilkas blocked my way, his malevolent aura nearly engulfing me whole. With just one glance, I knew then that he had been reborn as well. In my previous life, although his gaze toward me before our mating ceremony wasn't kind, it was still never like this, like he was looking at something filthy stuck to his skin that he just couldn't get rid of.

Something passed between them. I noticed. "What aren't you telling us?" Merrick finally answered. "We waited because the prophecy had to be confirmed." The room went quiet. I stared at him. "What prophecy?" He hesitated. Then Darius spoke. "The Vale heir who returns after death." My blood turned cold. Rowan went completely still beside me. "What did you say?" I whispered. Darius looked almost regretful. "The records describe a guardian who would die, return, and awaken the sleeping Gate."