My Hero Academia Reincarnation Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Renny gripped him, falling into his arms, her head on his chest as her tears stained his shirt. "Warrior, that is just it. She's actually back, and she's not supposed to be. I used my magic to help her move on to her next journey and somehow, and I do not even know where to begin to figure out how, instead of moving on, she took form and became real again. How does one come back alive once they have been dead? Warrior, neither of us knows what that means for the course of history and the timeline. What if, by her being alive again, something drastic has been altered? We could have just set in motion something that brings great destruction."

I said so I flew up into the air and morphed into Tablekhon, the Creator and Destroyer of Worlds. Once done I slowly float back to the ground within my Tabuu shell with Teenage Eri “Eri you found origin, where I came from, my true form before turn into a human and inkling hybrid” I said “you’re welcome Papa Incubus” I’m going to enjoy this” I said crunching my knuckles. Momo was absolutely stunned. “Momo you thought I’m weak, think again. This is my true form before I was born as an inkling human hybrid” I said Iuzku was amazed “no way Eri had the guts to bring back Arnold’s lost powers…” he looked at his power level check and he was baffled his power is in a power ranking known as “The Grea

And I had been foolish enough to stand between them, believing I mattered. A soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "Lady Lyra?" I blinked. The maid standing behind me looked concerned. I quickly masked my expression. "I'm fine." The lie tasted bitter. Nothing was fine. Everything had changed. I had died. And somehow, impossibly, I had returned. A sharp knock sounded at the door. The maid hurried to answer it. Moments later another servant entered. "Lady Lyra," she said respectfully. "Alpha Damian has returned from patrol." My entire body stiffened.

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 stared at her in shock. She nodded and continued, "I'm sorry, Edison… After you died, his company survived because of the money you risked your life to secure. But in the end, he married a woman he had only known for a few days. I was driven to the point where I had to jump from a building… I was still that stupid, believing that I could change him, but…" She, like me, had also been reborn after death. After the SAT results were released, I enrolled in the best film academy in the country. There, I met many of the industry's top talent and steadily forged my path.

I didn't want to die again without finding my path and getting my revenge. I looked at her, staring intently. And I didn't know how, but my eyes suddenly turned gold and stayed that way. "Child, never let your violet eyes or your violet fire show while you are in your Alpha’s pack," she warned, her voice heavy with caution. I simply nodded. I knew that for the sake of this new identity in my second life, I had to listen, especially since I knew so little about what was happening. "Anyway, I’m sending Silas with you."

I could barely notice her. She finally stepped out of the room, taking permission from Lucien with a breaking voice. Lucien didn't even look her way but she hurried out anyway. “That is not possible,” I said, my voice breaking. “She was gone before I did and when I opened my eyes, she was not beside me. Then how?” Marla swallowed hard. “That's just the way you saw it, Calla.” She groaned, trying to adjust herself on the bed. “You were reborn… and so was your daughter.”

In the hero's moments of valor, the newcomer discovers echoes of their own acts of bravery, creating a symphony of shared essence that harmonizes their stories into a singular narrative. As the new character reflects on the hero's trials and triumphs, a realization dawns their own moments of audacity and determination mirror those etched in the hero's epic. When the hero faced adversity, standing firm against the tides of darkness, the newcomer too stood tall in their own battles, guided by an unyielding spirit. The resonance of their courage is a testament to the threads of destiny that connect their souls.

“Oh? Or all of that was an act and you fell for it like a idiot,” There was no way I was going to admit I had feelings for him. That wasn’t real—it only happened because I’d lost my memory! That fucking reincarnation and soul-transfer spell messes with your head. It wipes everything clean for a while, and the only way to get your memories back is if something triggers them. “I’m not an idiot,” he snapped. I smirked, showing all my teeth. “If telling yourself that helps you sleep at night, go right ahead. Anyway, as I was saying about the kids and Carden…”

What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn. No one could ever understand the sheer thrill of realizing I had another chance at life. No one could fathom the amount of self-control it took for me not to break down in sobs when I saw Yuna, alive and standing in front of me once more. I had the opportunity to start over again, so this time, I vowed to rewrite our story. To change the ending of our story! As for Andrew? He deserved nothing less than hell. Now, standing before me, Andrew wore an apologetic expression. He gently patted Yuna's head and said, "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I have something really important to take care of, but I promise I'll be back soon."