Fantasy Reborn Dolls Novels & Stories

I said while blushing. Sean was about seven feet tall. Our sizes were not compatible at all! It felt like I was holding a large doll when he held me. I did not want to die from this kind of thing after being reborn. Sean hesitated for a moment. Then, he seemed to understand. He lowered his head and kissed the top of my head. He said, "Don't worry, I have a special medicine. You won't get hurt." I looked at him in surprise when I heard that. I asked, "Really?"

Mary, you know, in our previous life, I waited until my dying day and never saw that bracelet! Because the moment Scarlett laid eyes on it, she had demanded it for herself. I sighed softly and placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Don't dwell on it. It's all in the past. Do you have the passbook?" "Of course I do! This time, if they think they can spend my money, they're dreaming." Rachel looped her arm through mine. Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

"When Jeffrey is old enough, he's the only one who can reactivate it. Return it to its true form." "Take it back," Killian said immediately. "Jeffrey doesn't need anything from you. We're good." "We can protect our nephew," Kael added. Dante nodded. "Yeah. We don't need your creepy robot toys. We've been doing just fine." Belarie smiled—a real smile this time, sharp and knowing. "The boy will need it." He began to pace, his hands clasped behind his back. "Tell me, Killian—have you ever heard of EmberBorn Hunters?"

"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. …

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.

Although she doesn't know if her way of making pills is different from here. Soheila got up and ordered the two fluffy small spirit beasts to clean the cave. She went to her wooden bed in the cave and sat on it. Before she came here, she collected a lot of herbs and seeds in case of an emergency. Soheila took out some herbs to refine the Rebirth pill. Rebirth pill is a pill to change all the bones to make them sturdier and clean the meridians, and that can also level up. On Earth, this is a common pill for summoners to level up their summoning skills.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

What are rules of the game? Zaphyra- Each god or goddess choses a champion. The champions live normal lives until one is killed early. Then they meet their god or goddess, who give them a chance to be reborn. Each being gets reborn 3 times. Each life they are given one help by their god or goddess. Iris- Yeah, the help would have been nice before my last life.

Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books. The doll approached the bed on unsteady legs, its small feet pattering against the wooden floor. Up close, its lifeless face unnerved her, painted lips frozen in a perpetual smile. But those eyes burned with something hungry, something not of this world. A dark spirit, Lila thought wildly, her mind racing to the fantasy tales she loved. The doll climbed onto the bed, its tiny hands reaching out. They were cold, smooth porcelain against her warm skin as it crawled toward her. Lila recoiled, pulling the sheet up like a shield.