Fantasy Reborn Dolls Novels & Stories

"She raised Anthony so beautifully. You are lucky to have her as a mother-in-law." "I am," Valerie agreed. One of the other women leaned in slightly. "We were also saying, and this is a compliment so please take it as one, that your friend Ren has such a presence online. We follow her page. She has the most wonderful aesthetic. Very sophisticated. Very elevated." She smiled. "You two are quite different, aren't you?" "We are," Valerie said pleasantly.

nowhere. "Where are you taking them?" I asked one guard. "The Reborn need vessels," he said simply. "Young ones adapt better. Adults can be trained for service. The old..." He shrugged. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. Derek's hand found mine, squeezing warning. Not yet. Not here. Inside, Bloodrose was breathtaking. Phoenix fire sculptures lit every corner, their light warm and golden but somehow wrong. Gardens bloomed with flowers that shouldn't exist—roses made of flame that never burned, trees with leaves of frozen fire. Beautiful. Terrible. Impossible.

Although Hisashi repeatedly explained that this name represents only one thing: the truth, and the price of products in their store to be worthy of its quality. Contrary to the colorful appearance of the first floor, this second floor looks much more like a real magic shop. Huge wooden cabinets contained rows of dried llamas fetuses of reddish-brown color, dolls made from all kinds of materials such as wood, cloth, straw, stone-carved evil spirits, animal fur skins, skulls of all kinds. Eden always felt creepy when he went through that place. He had a feeling that the dark, empty eye sockets of these skulls were staring at him).

(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.”

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.

I was someone who had found herself where she didn't belong, I’d for a brief period worn a mask, adorned myself in another person's skin and I had lived a life that wasn't for me. I let out a laugh, Luna? I, a sorcerer’s daughter, a hybrid who had been hated from birth, who wasn't wanted. I wished I had never been born, but most of all, I wished I had never been reborn. I turned on my heels and made my way back into the house the same way I’d exited. Helena gave me a sad look as I passed her by but she said nothing. With slow, steady steps I climbed up the stairs and entered the room.

After that, she calmed down a bit, thinking that if Tracy’s skin was back to perfection, she would dazzle everyone with just this simple look. “Thank you aunty,” Tracy said, as she stared at the mirror. She had countless thoughts when she saw herself. In her past life, she never wore such outfits; she only wore Eve’s old outfits. Now, seeing herself in new clothes, just the ones she always wished to wear, she felt like crying, but still remembered that she wasn’t alone. ‘With being reborn comes a new look.’ She said inwardly, her lips curled up into a smile, her eyes softened as a smiling gaze appeared as she turned to Rhoda.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Living, but not fully alive. From a lifeless doll, a being emerged, taking form of a humanoid, yet different from them. With fingers elongated and circles of metals that swirled it’s ghastly fingers forming several rings, and elongated body which is covered in white cloth. It’s pale face tilted up. Tyr who would usually giggled uncontrollably went still as her face pulled into a tight expression. “As I thought…” She sauntered to the newly formed being and grabbed it’s face by it’s skinny chin. “My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.”