Novel & Cerita Fantasy Reborn Dolls

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.

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

The half-breeds are outnumbered, so a direct attack is more dangerous to the Wolves than the witches. "Hay dolls. These dolls are made from the dry hay that grows in graveyards. This hay grows using the remnants of the dead. So when this hay is brought to life, it will suck the life forces from within," Alcazar shared his knowledge. Enzo and Adolf looked a little disturbed.

Then, my gaze fell downward. On the floor, a straw doll stood like a mockery. Its straw head was covered in cloth, its body bound with black ribbons. Around the doll, there were circles etched with something thick—blood. The runic lines I thought I’d seen in old books twisted like roots, but here they were barbed, waiting for something to collapse. On the doll, several strands of hair were tied. The strands were smooth, dark, and I stared at them like a fool staring at an artifact—it was a glow I recognized. Alpha King’s hair.

The trunk opened with a soft pop, and out floated enchanted soft toys, handcrafted baby blankets from three different kingdoms, a spell-imbued lullaby globe that shimmered with starlight, and even a small enchanted mobile that sang calming melodies in both dragon and witch tongue. Elianna gasped softly. “Seraphina, you didn’t have to—” “Yes I did,” Seraphina interrupted. “They’re royalty. They need toys. And magic. And cuddly things.” Caelum, nestled in Elianna’s arms, let out a sudden hiccup and blinked up at the spinning dragon plush above him. Then he yawned... and promptly spit up on Elianna’s shoulder. Drakonios chuckled under his breath. “Prince of Flame indeed.”

Ves coughed awkwardly and shamelessly answered, "I was involved in its creation, yes. Lucky is unique and isn't for sale, but if you're interested in my other creations, how about you take a look at my Phantasm?" As groups of squealing girls tried to pet and take pictures with Lucky, Ves allowed them to do so as long as they behaved. The cat seemed to lap up all of the attention, as if he was making up for the times when Ves appeared too preoccupied with his work to play with his pet. Nonetheless, the steady stream of girls allowed Ves to conveniently insert a few mentions of his products. "Be sure to search for the Fantasia 2R Phantasm when you visit the in-game market! It's the perfect mec

Atarah got home into the large estate of her father's home, she went straight to her room and rested on the bed with a sigh. She fingered her golden necklace which ended with a small silver pearl suspended in between her cleavage, it was an odd feeling but, anytime that pearl touched her chest. Her body tingles for a moment, it was something that she had grown used too. She stood up with a jerk and walked over to the mirror, she was going to be nineteen soon and she unquestionably wanted to explore the human world.

He either didn’t need his glasses or needed a fresh pair because Jody watched him squint at a brochure on the local doll hospital. When Eric realized he had Jody’s attention, he commented to her, “Really, a hospital for dolls? Why not buy a new doll?” He chuckled at the concept of a shop that fixed old toys. It seemed a waste of time. “The wrong type of doll, actually. Hailey is an artist with making antique porcelain dolls look new. She works with antique dolls. You know, the creepy porcelain ones from the Victorian Era? She stitches, hides cracks, repaints and re-stuffs them. She even makes new clothing too. It all depends on what that specific doll needs. I believe she even works with ted

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.”

I managed to squeak out of my throat. “Yes, what?” I asked planting a small peck on Sunshine’s bottom lip. God, she tastes divine almost like sweet wine. She was catnip to me, and she didn’t even know it. “Yes, I want your gift” I murmured. I pulled my face away, disappointed I couldn’t have more of her, If I didn’t hold myself together then I would be taking more than a kiss. “What kind of Doll is he?” she asked. I reached over and sat the doll on the Edge of the bed “He is a special toy that I made a very long time ago, I carved him out of a very special magical tree where I’m from and infused him with shadow magic”