Harry Potter Fanfiction Founders Reincarnated Novels & Stories

“But if we discover that you were placed there and that the necromancer knew, then we might be able to figure out who he is.” My head is spinning. “The necromancer is also reincarnating, Kieran. Wouldn’t he have been a child or very young when I was born? How would he be—” “Arrangements could have been made,” Kieran says simply. “When I realized that I was reincarnating, I decided to make arrangements. Artisem’s family has been entrusted with my secret. We have a passcode for when I am reborn. There are tasks I’ve given them over the centuries, things they look after for me. I’m sure the necromancer would be no different.”

"She carried it until Clara came. Until someone showed her that grief could become a garden." --- The writing took months. Solenne filled notebook after notebook, her script flowing faster than she could think. The watcher showed her visions—the Archivist alone in the restricted archives, the first loop resetting, the Hollow's awakening. She wrote about Clara's reincarnation, about the entrance ceremony, about the moment Morwen had walked past every noble heir and stopped in front of a background character.

Then “No, I've finally gone insane.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. Thinner. Different. Not hers. [Previous identity: Kaira McCauley confirmed deceased.] [Current identity: Alina Crosswell.] Her heartbeat slammed against her chest. “…You’re telling me” she paused trying to grasp something “this must be a prank” [Soul transfer successful.] The system cuts in. The room felt colder. “I took over her body?” [Condition met: Simultaneous fatal incidents.]

“I never realized that I had fallen in love. Watching her with another man was really breaking my heart. I had to flee to Romania to heal from my broken heart and since my father’s business fell down, I needed to continue my family business in somewhere else. Up to one night, in the crazy party, one that I used to spend among my nights, I knew Luka…a woman who was crazily in love with me and the worst thing, she’s a vampire. She needs my eternal love and loves her endlessly. One day, when I was diagnosed with severe flu and Luka decided to completely change me to become a vampire just like her…” Richard paused. “Having Luka as my mate, doesn’t heal me at all. I came to find out my father’s m

The more we ran, the harder our parents did everything in their power to catch us, and when it finally seemed as though we had finally gotten the opportunity to live our love story, I died. Artemis did what he could to bring me back with the help of the witches, and those sneaky little rats made a sinister deal where I had to die again. Time and time again, I tried to figure out why it was I had to die again, and if this was our first time reincarnating, but my mind decided to work on its own and only provide disjointed memories that never quite fit in together. And Jenna refused to expedite the process. According to her, I needed to figure this out alone or with Zain. No other parties could

I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her in a comforting embrace. She leaned into me, eyes closed, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed bitterly against my chest. The loss of her mate has taken a significant toll on her, and I empathize with her pain. To prevent losing my own mate, I made the unimaginable sacrifice of giving her half of my life, and in return, she cast a spell of reincarnation. While this act demonstrates our love, it has also led to our chaotic existence. Yet, I embrace it; the love and obsession I feel for my mate surpass any turmoil we face.

She asked again. Mason scrunched his nose and then scratched the tip before he said, “You talked about reincarnation like…” “What could I possibly know? It’s just a… a thesis!” “You’re a very confused human.” She grabbed her glass of juice, sipped it, and then breathed out, “It is just a thesis, Mason.” I refuse to believe. You said you have come to realize that reincarnation is real. Which means that you know someone or witnessed someone coming back to life.”

Since everything started many ages ago, to face his enemies, the vizier using the genes of his descendants, with a spell, joining a potion, he creates a form, in which he creates a continuous and successive cycle of reincarnation. After many centuries, he was born in the present eras, the eldest son of the current Ayatollah, he will be next in line of succession, then, he was according to a prophet to great deeds, he, now, was remembering according to a potion made by a prophet, she would remember, in the great sandstorm, he was the great vizier, born with his hair the colour of fire, in skin of fire, he was the predestined. She did everything so that he could find his lost beloved, which he