Venomous Empress Reborn Novels & Stories

Verra eventually and reluctantly had to summon her remnant spirit. She pulled out her wooden gauntlets and strapped them to her hands. She channeled mana into the weapon, a green and brown shadow zipped out of the energy core and cast a shadow over the battlefield. It was a giant frog, no smaller than the Carbonemys. Its body was covered in brown scales like a dragon, and its back was populated by millions of massive green trees.

Her memories came back in flashes: Killian’s voice, his hand in hers, the explosion of light… then nothing. She looked down at her palms. The marks that had always burned crimson were now pale silver. Something inside her had changed. Before she could think further, the air shimmered — and from the fog, a shape began to form. A woman, tall and radiant, with eyes like liquid moonlight. Her long hair floated around her like smoke, and her voice was soft but resonant when she spoke. “Aria of the Bloodline. The Empress reborn.” Aria froze. “Who are you?”

“Poison.” I looked at him, disbelief written all over my face. “What did you say?” “She's been poisoned.” “Bring me a bowl or warm water, mint leaves and some sage.” I nodded at Jason and he left to get the items. He opened his bag and bright out a wrap like purse that contained needles of different types. He Pierced different parts of her face, leaving the needles in and she flinched. He heaved a sigh of relief and pricked the tip of finger. The tip of the needle turned blue.

The door slammed shut behind Elena. For several seconds, she didn't move. The man standing in front of her had just said the one thing she had spent the past few days trying not to believe. Someone knew she had been reborn. Her fingers tightened around the folder in her hand. “Who are you?” The stranger didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked past her toward the hallway. “Lower your voice.” Elena's eyes narrowed. “I asked you a question.” “And I'm telling you that if you want to survive long enough to get your revenge, you need to listen.”

Fear swept through Richard’s periwinkle blue eyes. “ What you did not think I notice your mark on the filthy whore? You could have rejected her and come back to me. But now you shall suffer for your misjudgement!“ The Empress snapped. The Empress then called to the Spirits of Chaos. The black mist laced around her arm and settled on her fingers. She willed her fingers to change into long silver needles. She then thrust the needle-shaped fingers into the Moon Child’s heart. The Moon Child screamed as green blood started to spurt from the punctures. The Empress smiled at the pain she was inflicting. “I curse you to live the six sorrows of a mortal. You will forget your immortal existence and s

Even they put eggs inside him like crispy bursting rough inside him beating and beating and he felt those eggs that he inserted with those membranes those tentacles, meanwhile, when he finished beating. Even though he was caught by Zi'haand and emerged from arms and legs and muscles and organs and various hairs like growing faster and faster being reborn He looked into her eyes, he screamed when it vibrated and those membranes and tentacles that trapped inside him that in that instant of time that was in his hands and in that instant, he regained the strength of his screams and in that moment his body. By that time, he was getting used to each crushing blow, in which there he was reborn wher

Her eyes glowed faintly now, the black veins in her skin flaring red. “Not anymore,” she hissed. She reached into the pain — the agony, the memories — and pulled. The ember, buried deep inside her chest, burst open. A searing flash of ancestral fire exploded through the roots. The chamber screamed. Varethkaal’s voice howled in fury, but it was distant now — like an echo bouncing through a collapsing tunnel. The vines fell away from her limbs. The darkness recoiled. Emily fell — and landed, gasping, in the thick muck of the chamber’s floor.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

"Once the imposter's gone, that room of hers? Perfect for our real sister." John and Kevin jumped in too, parroting the same vibe—no pity, no hesitation. Just raw relief like they were finally tossing out some unwanted junk. Those words didn't just hurt; they shredded what was left of her once-devoted heart. But now, Clara was back. Reborn. Standing at the very point where everything had started to go wrong. She stared at them—wolves in human skin—with a heart that had long since frozen over. There was no warmth left for these people. Just a furnace of cold hatred and deep, simmering fury... and finally, a strange kind of calm.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.