All Chapters of REBORN AFTER DEATH: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

…Selena pov…I stood before the seer, my heart racing with a mix of determination and frustration. I had come seeking validation for my suspicions about Freya, hoping the seer would confirm my beliefs that she was an evil force. But their words carried a different tone, one that left me perplexed."Seer," I said, my voice laced with urgency. "You must understand, Freya is not who she seems. I have seen her manipulate others, cause pain and suffering. She is using her powers for darkness, for her own gain."The seer regarded me with a serene expression, their eyes filled with wisdom. "Salena," they said gently, "it is true that Freya possesses extraordinary abilities, but she has not been using them for malevolence. She is guided by a different purpose, one that may not align with your perception."My frustration grew, bubbling beneath the surface. How could the seer not see what I saw? How could they not comprehend the darkness that emanated from Freya's actions? I struggled to contai

…Freya pov….The chaos of the battle grew, reaching a crescendo that echoed through the depths of the forest. With each passing moment, Rowland's wounds multiplied, the crimson stain on his fur spreading like a haunting tapestry of pain. The initial satisfaction I had felt melted away, replaced by a deepening worry that nestled within my heart.As I watched Rowland fight on, his movements grew labored, his once-mighty frame burdened by the weight of his injuries. The sharp pang of sympathy pierced through the remnants of my earlier satisfaction, chipping away at the callousness that had clouded my judgment. It was at that moment that I truly understood the gravity of the situation.The pain etched across Rowland's face mirrored the torment that now consumed my own spirit. It was no longer a matter of reveling in his suffering, but a shared understanding of the sacrifices he had made and the burdens he carried. The sight of his battered form filled me with a deep ache, a longing to eas

…Freya's pov… "Selena, let's talk later," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of unease. His smile, though strained, tried to mask his true emotions. Selena eyebrows furrowed.Selena's attention suddenly shifted, her gaze drifting past Rowland and towards someone behind him. My eyes followed her line of sight, and there, walking towards us, was a young man exuding confidence and charm. He was dressed impeccably in expensive clothing that spoke of wealth and success. A flicker of recognition passed through Rowland's eyes as he saw the newcomer, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.The young man approached us, his presence commanding attention. I couldn't help but admire his striking features, perfectly complemented by his well-groomed appearance. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a world of secrets.As Mr. Martin drew closer, Rowland stood up, a smile breaking across his face, revealing a hint of familiarity. The two men extended their hands in greeting, their grip firm and c

…Selena's pov…As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world.Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.The room we entered was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by a single, dimly flickering light. Silence stood at the center, flanked by two formidable figures who exudes an aura of danger and authority. Their presence sent a chill down my spine, a constant reminder of the high stakes involved.The room itsel

…Freya's pov …As I held the letter in my trembling hands, my eyes scanned the words on the paper, and my heart sank into a pit of disbelief. It was a negotiating deal, an offer to kill Martin. The sender remained unknown, shrouded in the shadows of deception. My breath caught in my throat as the gravity of the situation settled upon me.As I scrutinized the paper, a knot tightened in my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. It was evident that Selena's actions were not merely driven by personal vendetta but were part of a much larger scheme. The realization that she had aligned herself with a shadowy organization, orchestrating these calculated attempts on Martin's life, filled me with a mix of fear and determination.The group behind these hired killers possessed a level of sophistication that sent a chill down my spine. Their ability to remain hidden and carry out their nefarious acts without leaving any trace was a testament to their intelligence and resources. It was clear that