Unscramble Rebirth Novels & Stories

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

The date flashed before my eyes, and my stomach lurched from shock. October 19, 2021. Three years ago. My breath caught in my throat, my vision spinning. *This isn’t possible. I stared at the date again, disbelief washing over me. I should be three years into the future, pregnant, and dead at the bottom of our mansion. But I’ve been brought back. Back when I was still his obedient wife. My hands trembled, and I gripped the phone tighter, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The nightmare I had just woken from—it hadn’t been a dream. It was a warning. A glimpse of what was to come if I let history repeat itself.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

into a "Re-Birth." "Don't just 'Destroy' it, Dominic," Avery commanded, her body "Pressing" against his back, her "Somatic-Heat" "Overloading" the "Chilly-Logic" of the clearing smoke. " 'Graft' the 'New-Seed' into the 'Void.' Turn the 'Mortgage' into 'Marrow'."

Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination. Ruben glanced up, his eyes glowing the same as Batton’s blood. “It is a rebirth.” He said in a controlled voice, making Kat realise he was concentrating and to be quiet. As Batton’s head slumped forward in his last moments Ruben grabbed him by the short hair upon his head and yanked his head back, opening his mouth. At the same time Ruben took his own wrist into his mouth and savaged it, tearing open a wound before holding it above Batton’s mouth and letting the new blood drip in.

The memories of her past served as a guiding light, illuminating her path forward. Sabrina's realization of her past as a baby carried profound significance. It symbolized not only her resilience and ability to rise from the ashes, but also the cyclical nature of her existence. Just as the phoenix emerged stronger after each rebirth, she too had the potential to reclaim her power and rise anew. ‌

I ask while the female motions for me to follow her. She places her hands at her sides and says, “it isn’t just old age that brings our rebirth.” The female pauses and glances my way for a moment before continuing, “if we become too sick, or end up with a deformity or lost limb, we can force the rebirth then too. I can’t explain it all to you, but you need not worry about the technicalities of this ritual.”

Words that to me spelled out screaming. She was still there. Alive. Clawing her way through the Interregnum so deep inside they’d barely noticed she was gone. Close to Gerrard. Close enough to smell hypocrisy thickening beneath their sweeping gestures and blood ritual promises. Close enough that any misstep, any suspicion in the wrong direction, would silence her quietly. I sank against the chill rock and read it again. Slower. Spring. The word kept cropping up in different aliases. Rebirth. Correction. Final Realignment. It didn’t sound metaphorical. It was a warning.