Unscramble Reborn Novels & Stories

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

“This is only the beginning of the new you, moon-born. The collapse took the old Kai. The breeding and these quiet days are giving us the real one. Ours completely.” Thorne’s arm tightened around me. “And we will keep you this way. Soft. Bred. Loved in our dark way.” Cassian simply nodded, his steady presence the final anchor. “Tethered. Always.” I closed my eyes, letting their warmth and scents surround me completely. The rebirth was no longer fragile. It was taking root. Deep. Permanent. Mine - because it was theirs.

" After my rebirth, the first thing I did was install a microscopic, independent cabin camera to preserve evidence. "What? An interior camera?" Brenda's face flushed with pure shock. She whipped her head around, glaring at me with raw hatred. "You set this up! You planted that camera on purpose!" I shrugged. "If you hadn't taken my car to drive drunk, my camera wouldn't have caught anything. You reap what you sow, Brenda." Losing her mind, Brenda lunged forward to strike me. One of the officers caught her arm and yanked her back. "This isn't a place for you to throw a tantrum. If you've got something to say, you can say it in the interrogation room."

"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.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

“Did she die and come back to life? How exactly does it work?” When Devyn noticed I was watching him, he returned to feigning pretense. I almost rolled my eyes. “Being reborn is getting a second chance at life.” I had to break it down since Axel was, unfortunately, dumb. “Think of it as being drawn back to life before finalizing the death process. In other words, she missed death by the smallest possible chance.” “And how again did that happen?” Axel hadn’t been this intrigued by anything that didn’t have to do with him, his dick, or his pack. The longer I sat here, observing them, the more different they were from the feral Alphas I knew.

Let's go warn my father. As they started to make their way through the trees, images entered Sophia's mind: how she had wished things might have been different, what would have happened if he'd never met Kael, what would happen if somehow they could start all over, like it used to be. "Sophia, focus," Ash cut in. "We need to hurry. They quickened their pace after that, avoiding branches and scrub. The moonlight illuminated the path ahead yet somehow gave the shadows a deeper darkness than before. The air was thick with tension to Sophia, and she could sense the storm ready to break.

Each step forward was a step into destiny. Not as a girl once broken. Not as someone hiding in someone else’s shadow. But as a Luna. Loved. Chosen. Reborn.

Elijah was able to read and understand all of them, except for one. "What does sk-sk, um, that one mean." Elijah said pointing at the word. "Skyllamahrütshk." Peter said with ease. "That word is not human, and because of that it doesn't translate for ya." Elijah looked confused, still trying to say the word in his head how Peter did. "There's a key difference between reborn and, as their known, natural-born humans in this world. While all humans receive the benefits of mana, only the reborn seem to have the innate ability to translate most human languages."