Oc Reincarnation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She looked up and sized me up with her dark eyes. Lynn Grant had returned home. In my last life, I pitied her for having to live in a small village for almost twenty years after being kidnapped. Hence, I let her have her way. However, she seduced my fiance and tricked me onto a train that sent me to a small village. At that time, I was already seven months pregnant. Because of what she had said, my in-laws did not visit me at all. I could only believe William and follow him to the outskirts to live with his relatives.

When Lilith, the woman my fiancé Andrew had never gotten over, was kidnapped and used as leverage by a rival family during a critical transfer of power, I urged him to put the Family first and wait until our internal affairs were stable before rescuing her. By the time he became Don and went after her, Lilith's body had already been dumped in the wilderness. She had died horribly. Andrew never blamed me. If anything, he treated me better than ever and refused to let anyone defy me. Later, after seizing control of both families, he slaughtered my people. His first act was to deliver me to the rival family bound to mine by a blood feud. He stood by while they tortured me to death. He stood ove

On the third day after giving birth to my pup, my Alpha mate, Lucien, had his nursemaid, Lisa, make me a bowl of soup. But when I woke up, my pup, the moonstone necklace that symbolized my status as Luna, and the letters Lucien had sent me were all gone. I dragged my bloodied body to Moonshadow Pack, only to be thrown out. "Luna has already returned with the pup. Get lost, you bum! "Do you think you can bully Luna just because Alpha has lost his memory? Not a chance!" I ended up freezing to death in the wilderness. After I died, my soul watched as Lisa became the revered Luna, while my own son spent thirty years showing filial devotion to the shewolf who had murdered his mother. When

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

It wasn't until her first love, Samuel, died that I finally confirmed that she actually loved another man. My ten years of love had been nothing but suffering for her. After realizing this, I did countless kind deeds in my previous life, ultimately using my life to exchange for a chance to go back in time, back to when Felicia was still alive. Before returning to this time, the witch had told me, "Within 24 hours after you go back in time, you have to fulfill her three final regrets. Once you have, you need to leave immediately. "From that point on, you two will go your separate paths, and she won't die at the young age of 30 because of you. You will each have your own place to belong.

Nancy chided, "Spencer, you tried to steal Mr. Watch's money, but when your plan failed, you twisted the truth and pinned the blame on Chester and me! You could even turn on your own fiancee. That's cruel!" Glancing at the evidence on the laptop, Felix uttered coldly, "Spencer, the evidence is damning. What do you have to say?" I strained against the restraints of the electric chair and shouted myself hoarse, "It wasn't me! If I wanted to drain your account, why would I go online and leave traces behind? With my skills, there isn't anyone in this world who can break into my system."

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all. When my soul hovered above my lifeless body, I saw someone I never expected. It was Andrew. He came running toward my corpse, tears streaming down his face, begging the doctors to save me. But my head was nearly shattered, so how could they possibly bring me back? My soul screamed madly at him, wanting him to stay away from my body as the very sight of him disgusted me. If I could, I would have slapped him silly. But I was powerless. What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn.

"I can share later. You don't care about Adam Smith?" "Really cares. I was expecting Adam Smith as my husband. For Zayn and Brittany Brown, I have a lot of finesse, " replies Nadhea stroking her sore cheek. The alpha power within Nadhea was playful and immeasurable at this time. "Dan Smith's face was frightened looking at you. Don't tell me the boys know who I really am," Nadhea continued, finishing the coffee deliciously. Nadhea's alpha soul sends the basic guiding memory that Alpha and omega children can recognize ancestral and reincarnated souls. Even the presence of Nadhea living their lives since the beginning of their conscious.

Unnecessarily, that is. (Don’t play this game with me.) “Let her go.” He clenched his jaw, his rage shriveling the middle-aged facade he had fabricated, “She isn’t Nafasm... Reyna is my flesh and blood!” I turn my head to her sleeping form, they were carved out of the same mold. They even shared a freckle deep in their cleavage. Reincarnation didn’t exist and she wasn’t a doppelganger. "Nafasm was a snake, She's my tiger with claws." I tipped my head to suggest, “Perhaps it’s the Oath.”