Unscramble Reborn Novels & Stories

The conceptual being born from our love. The diagram doesn’t say “unmake.” It uses cleaner words. Conceptual reversion. Energy reallocation. Anomaly dissolution. It means the same thing. To give Arthur life, we must erase her. Unwind the starlight and null-energy back into base components and feed them into the machine of his rebirth. The choice is an abyss. It yawns open at my feet, cold and absolute.

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

"Isla isn't breathing anymore! It's your fault that our daughter has lost her mother at such a young age!" Felix Zane's roar ripped through the winter air as he knelt by my best friend, Isla Kingsley's drenched, ice-cold body lying motionless on the riverbank. The onlookers watched his grief-stricken display with pity in their eyes. If I hadn't been reborn, I might have believed his performance too. …

I didn’t even breathe for a second. Because for the first time in days, I welcomes and embraced the storm. I was done running from the storm. It was time to face my fears and my scars cause they are a part of me. I want to show them the beauty in broken things, wabi sabi. And I wasn’t alone, I have the whole pack and my man with me now. It was finally time to show them the harmony that dwells in darkness

She gathered her daughter into her arms and whispered, "Sweetie, Mommy's taking you to the hospital." At Northon Children's Hospital, Amelia explained to the doctor that Evelyn's health had always been fragile. In her last life, Evelyn had wasted away waiting for Christopher and Nathan to notice her, living on nothing but cold leftovers until malnutrition took its toll. From the very first day of her rebirth, Amelia had focused on nourishing her daughter. But a frail body couldn't recover in just a day or two. The doctor examined her and found it was just an ordinary cold with a fever. He gave her a prescription for fever medicine and instructions to monitor her at home.

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”

Every moment, I chose the pack's comfort over her safety. I've been repeating the same pattern. The same failure. "The partial shift," I say finally. "What does that mean? Is she—becoming wolf?" "She was never fully human," Morwen says. "The rebirth… it's not a clean thing. Souls carry traces. Hers carried enough of the old Luna's wolf to seed something in her blood. Dormant, until the bond woke it. Until the moon pulled." "Will it get worse?" "I don't know." She folds her hands, studying me with those too-seeing eyes. "She is something new. Something between. The old texts don't account for what happens when a reborn Luna starts to shift."

Avery asked, her mind racing through the biological specs of the Reef. "The 'First-Born' have a different protein-folding protocol," Vogel explained, his hands shaking as he pulled up the data. "Their marrow grew with the Sombra, not on top of it. They have a natural 'Spiral-Bias.' If we could broadcast their bio-signature into the Lung, we could 'Smooth' the dissonance. But we’d need a massive amount of 'Sombra-Serum' to inoculate the network before the purge hits the Atlantic shelf. We don't have time to transport it from Miami."

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.

And he did gulp the newborn babe whole. However, what Cronos didn’t expect was that Devour was going to help Zeus, instead of killing him. The skill devoured the impurity in Zeus’ blood and awakened his Universe granted skill – Perpetual Rebirth. Unlike Universal Delay, Perpetual Rebirth didn’t need millennia to awaken. It awoke instantly. But just like Universal Delay, its awakening was unique. And the first thing it did was to cancel Zeus birth, effectively killing the babe!