Naruto Reborn As Harry Potter Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

For a heartbeat, I thought I could still hear Morwein’s voice: “When the bond dies, so will you.” But she was wrong. It wasn’t death. It was rebirth, a new shape for the monster she made of me. I stepped through the shadows, unseen, unheard. The magic cloaked me entirely. I was invisible now, a ghost, a consequence, a nightmare made flesh. Lyra stirred. Her brows furrowed, her hand tightening on the blanket. Her wolf senses were screaming at her, but she couldn’t wake fully. I had seen to that; the air around them heavy with Morwein’s sleeping fog.

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

This thing wearing Harry's face isn't Harry at all. Zara stumbles back, and Rylan catches her. "You're not him," she breathes. "You're not Harry." "Nope. But I wore him well, didn't I?" Not-Harry's gaze lands on her, amused. "You almost figured it out a few times. The chocolate, the clearing. But you wanted to believe so badly that he'd changed. That people could be redeemed." His laugh is cruel. "They can't, by the way. People are what they are. I just borrowed a dead man's face to get close to you."

“I trade twenty-five years of misery for five years of making them all burn.” “Then drink.” I took the bottle with steady hands and drained it in one gulp. The liquid burned going down, then exploded through my veins like liquid fire. I screamed, my body convulsing as magic rewrote every cell. When it was over, I was still me—but different. I could feel the change beginning, subtle but undeniable. “It will take a year,” Silas explained as I caught my breath. “One drop each morning, and the transformation will be complete. By the end, you’ll be everything they said you could never be.”

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

The ninja, who bore the appearance of a frog, was frothing with anger. He shot a furious glare at Yvonne, gritting his teeth. “You Country H bastards! How dare you hurt me?! I’ll let you know what it means to die without a burial ground!” Harvey took a step forward, his face cold. Right then, the frog-faced ninja waved his hands. Different sized beads flew out immediately and exploded in the air. The explosion formed another mist, which then began to close in on Harvey and the others at a steady pace. Harvey’s face changed frantically. He grabbed Yvonne and rolled away with her in his arms.

Which is kind of weird? "Too hasty Aurken, I just gave you an overview for you to understand, the third type I mentioned, which is being reborn with half of one's original age consume, can also drain one's necro if the necro of a reborn is not enough. So talented reborn of this class is because being able to provide the necessary amount of necro in their reborn state, means they have massive amounts of necro." A voice from a seemingly old man. "So basically, what you're trying to say doc is-"

She extended her hand to touch the oracle and gasped in pain as she saw the flashes of the events that happened to the oracle. Torture, humiliation, dungeons and Devils. Kyana let go with a blood curling scream and Pete engulfed his mate into his arms. "Calm down love. Please calm down." Pete soothed his mate as he brought Kyana's face near his scent glands. The scent of her mate calmed her down immensely and she snuggled closer, shuddering and whimpering painfully. Pete could see his mates eyes flash golden and he felt his own eyes flash the colour grey. He could feel questioning eyes on them since it wasn't their eye colours to begin with.

Nathan, it looks like you've gotten yourself into a big situation. Looking at Harry, Nathan felt his chest constrict as he realised that the last several weeks had all been planned out in great detail. Harry was now the puppet master, manipulating the strings behind the scenes, rather than merely a strand in his life. "You're also involved in this?" Nathan's tone was clearly angry, but his voice was hoarse with incredulity. Another wave of pain stopped him as he attempted to move forward. Despite his wince, he forced himself to look into Harry's eyes.