Novel & Cerita Reborn As A Cybertronian Fanfiction

"I mean, you're like 200 years old. Why do you look like a kid?" "Oh, right. No, I'm sort of reborn with my charges. I look like a kid, because I sort of am a kid. Not my mind, but my body is." "Reborn? So you are a baby when we are?" "Not really. At four years old I kind of shrink back down from being a man to being four years old again. Then I grow up from there. And even my mind sort of starts over so I can think similar to the age group."

"Who are you? You can't be my brother." My smirk stretched as I felt even stronger seeing the reaction on his face— the same brother that nothing could move. Yet, tonight, he was moved by me. Rylan Thornevale. "No... You are not the Rylan that I know... What happened to the sweet Rylan who loved writing?" Cassian continued to gasp, unable to believe what he was seeing—my becoming! "I am reborn, Cassian," I laughed. "Writing wouldn't get me far... And you know it. To take charge, I need to get my hands dirty."

“Only five minutes. I’ll be back.” I watched him go, his tall frame cutting through the crowd. For the first time since my rebirth, something fluttered in me. Hope. Joy, even. Maybe, this new life wouldn't be bed at all. Maybe learning to love Nicholas wouldn’t even be hard. It'd taken me less than five minutes to realise how charming he was. In my past life, I'd been too in love with Grey to see it but now the scales have fallen off my eyes, Nicholas Bloodhound was really attractive.

" After my rebirth, the first thing I did was install a microscopic, independent cabin camera to preserve evidence. "What? An interior camera?" Brenda's face flushed with pure shock. She whipped her head around, glaring at me with raw hatred. "You set this up! You planted that camera on purpose!" I shrugged. "If you hadn't taken my car to drive drunk, my camera wouldn't have caught anything. You reap what you sow, Brenda." Losing her mind, Brenda lunged forward to strike me. One of the officers caught her arm and yanked her back. "This isn't a place for you to throw a tantrum. If you've got something to say, you can say it in the interrogation room."

I felt uncomfortable and I could barely breath, there was sometimes when I would dream about being rejected, the pain that I feel in my heart jolts me awake. I was depressed just like I was after what happened with my parents. I wasn't born a rogue, the situation made me a rogue, and I am trying all I can to shed off the rogue's aura on my body, and I have a feeling I'll be able to get that done with Carter's help, and that was why I decided to work for him. Even when what he does is against my intentions, I'll still follow him, unless he plans on hurting my mate.

You should be ashamed. My words struck the softest part of her heart. She broke down completely, collapsing to the floor and sobbing uncontrollably. Felix's eyes were red as well. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and begged, "Faye, we were wrong. Please, don't let our child suffer because of us. We've wronged you—and her too." I lowered my gaze in silence. I neither agreed nor refused. Good and evil rise and fall like the sun and the moon—each has its time, and retribution never fails. The wheel of fate always turns; it never misses its mark.

But a Race. Seeing her change really captivate me. But i can’t accept a loss if i must fighting with her. So i’m changing too. My body became more bulkier, there’s a pair of of jet black bat wings and a sharp tail appeared on my back. In this world setting, not a setting anymore. I was reincarnated to a Incubus, that’s the reason i’m only thinking on running away. Because i can’t control my power, that tragedy happen. It’s a shame those two died but i’ll get my revenge eventually. I’ll tracking down all Rozen Kingdom descendant that still alive and i’ll enjoy their misery. With this girl help, i’m sure i can control my power.

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”

By month twelve, I was devastating. “You could stay,” Silas said on the last day, his eyes drinking in my transformation. “Forget about them. Build a new life here with me.” I looked at my reflection—no longer Clara Wren, the fat, rejected failure. Now I was Liora Rivers, a goddess among mortals. My Hazel eyes sparkled with power, my body was perfection itself, and my smile could bring men to their knees. “No,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “I didn’t sacrifice my life to hide in the woods. I did it to make them remember what they threw away.”

It didn't have a mouth, but a series of vibrating membranes along its neck. ​"The children of the Error have arrived," the being’s voice vibrated through Maya’s skull. "One of the Force. One of Shadow. Both born of the Wolf and the Machine." ​"We need the Third Power," Ren said, stepping forward, his voice steady. "My mother is rebooting into a Sentinel. My father is a Primal. They are going to destroy the world trying to claim it."