Male Oc Reborn In Dc Universe Fanfiction Novels & Stories

That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name. This time, I no longer believed in a man's love. I believed only in the money I could hold in my own hands. Ethan kept talking to himself. "By the way, today is our third wedding anniversary. I'll make it up to you properly. I promise—no one will disturb us tonight." He raised three fingers solemnly, swearing an oath. I nodded and replied sweetly, "All right. Whatever you say." Seeing how agreeable I was, Ethan's mood lifted immediately.

The room grew chilly despite the summer heat, despite the air conditioning being off. My legs trembled as I stepped back. He advanced, matching me step for step. “Say that again, Soren. Say. It. Again.” “Veyron, please…” Tears slid down my face, hot and humiliating. “I can’t take Zek today. Please. Come back.” His head dropped. His shoulders, tense and coiled with violence, loosened. Relief flooded my chest, brief and intoxicating. Veyron had taken control back. Veyron would stop this.

An otherworldly agony surged through me; every bone in my body felt shattered, and my vision was completely dyed a stark, vibrant red. In that final moment on the thin line between life and death, through the dimming shadows of my fading consciousness, I vaguely heard a car door fly open with a clang. A tall silhouette ran frantically, desperately toward me. The man's roars were choked and heartbreakingly laced with agony. A familiar, cool scent of agarwood enveloped me as he swept my battered body up into his arms. The icy touch of a sapphire cufflink on his wrist brushed against my blood-soaked skin, jolting my fleeting consciousness one last time.

Maybe, I have pushed him too far, but I find I don’t really care because he deserves it. “You will regret choosing that rat over me I promise you. I am whats good for you but you are too stubborn to see it but don’t worry soon you will” he straightens his clothes and touches the sore spot on his face that is beginning to bruise and leaves. I sit there in silence after he leaves, trying to make sense of what has just happened. My phone beeps, its Marcus letting me know he is making dinner and so I should not be late for dinner; he also tells me he has discovered something called the DC universe and his crush now is Jason Momoa and that he and Aqua man are going to have a village of kids and l

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.

he said and I just nodded, too drugged to say much. His hands reached for my face and I could feel him tracing my brow, my nose, my lips. "Actually I think this is the best thing that can happen love" he murmured as whatever the doctor gave me took over. "Just forget about everything Scarlet. Let's start over again. Together" I smirked but I was so drowsy I was sure the expression was all in my head. We're not going to be starting anything over Pierce. There was never an us, to begin with.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

We weren’t supposed to know each other at all. And yet... He knew me. My heart pounded against my ribs, a wild, reckless thought crashing into my mind. I gasped, hand flying to my mouth. "Could it be that..." I whispered, feeling the blood drain from my face. My voice trembled, "Could it be that, like me, he also got reborn?" Shock rippled through me, “No, that can't be right. But… If I got reborn, who's to say that someone else couldn't have done the same?” If Alaric had truly gotten reborn, then things were going to change.

He wasn’t just speaking metaphorically. He knows the past life. The way he said again wasn’t hypothetical. He knew. He remembered me dying.. My hands trembled as I stared at him. “You… you know?” I whispered. He froze. His eyes widened slightly. For a moment, he looked like someone who had been exposed, stripped of every secret. The wind howled between us. The ocean crashed below. The world felt unreal. “I…” he swallowed hard. My voice shook. “You’re also reborn, aren’t you?”

My legs were longer, my hands were bigger. I quickly stood up and stumbled to the mirror. I did not see my face staring back to me. Instead, a man was staring back at me. I studied his face with the kind of intensity i had once reserved for a late night cramming before exams. He has high cheekbones but not too high, a round face, button nose, a mole under his left eyes just like mine, black hair, gray eyes. He looked cute for a guy. He would easily pass off as a male and female. His body was average height.