The God's Bride Is Reborn To Rewrite Fate

After the War of the Gods, Olympus forged a new pact with the last of the Titans.

From then on, the mortal realm was ruled by demigods. Those who carried the blood of the gods within them.

Once a century, Olympus held the Sacred Marriage.

The twelve ruling gods would choose mortal noblewomen as brides.

Their goal: to sire heirs with divine cores.

The rule was simple: whoever birthed a demigod first would see her husband crowned the next High Councilor of the Gods.

In my past life, I married Deimos, the son of Ares, a man renowned for his fierce devotion.

Soon after, I gave him a son—a demigod brimming with raw power.

A prophecy declared our boy would one day rule Olympus, and Deimos rode that promise to absolute power.

Meanwhile, my sister Evadne, blinded by the beauty of the Sun clan, insisted on marrying Lucian, Apollo's playboy heir.

But Lucian's philandering left her with more than a broken heart.

He gave her a divine blight, a curse that left her barren.

She blamed me for it. She hated me with every fiber of her being.

On the very night I was crowned Queen of the Gods, she set the holy temple ablaze, burning me and my son alive.

Then I opened my eyes.

I was back on the day of the Sacred Marriage.

Evadne had already broken into the temple and climbed into Deimos's bed.

I knew it right then. She had been reborn, too.

But she didn't know the truth.

The blood of the War God is violent.

Deimos wasn't a prize to be won. He was a monster in disguise.

After the War of the Gods, Olympus forged a new pact with the last of the Titans.

From then on, the mortal realm was ruled by demigods. Those who carried the blood of the gods within them.

Once a century, Olympus held the Sacred Marriage.

The twelve ruling gods would choose mortal noblewomen as brides.

Their goal: to sire heirs with divine cores.

The rule was simple: whoever birthed a demigod first would see her husband crowned the next High Councilor of the Gods.

In my past life, I married Deimos, the son of Ares, a man renowned for his fierce devotion.

Soon after, I gave him a son—a demigod brimming with raw power.

A prophecy declared our boy would one day rule Olympus, and Deimos rode that promise to absolute power.

Meanwhile, my sister Evadne, blinded by the beauty of the Sun clan, insisted on marrying Lucian, Apollo's playboy heir.

But Lucian's philandering left her with more than a broken heart.

He gave her a divine blight, a curse that left her barren.

She blamed me for it. She hated me with every fiber of her being.

On the very night I was crowned Queen of the Gods, she set the holy temple ablaze, burning me and my son alive.

Then I opened my eyes.

I was back on the day of the Sacred