Reborn As A Cybertronian Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

“The hollow is gone. In its place is this warmth. This knowing that I belong here. Between you. Carrying what we made. The old fears about the blood tie, the corruption, the laws… they feel distant. Like echoes from someone else’s life. All I feel now is the need to be close. To be filled again when the time comes. To let my body change for you.” Cassian settled beside us, his steady hand joining the others on my belly. “This is the rebirth,” he said quietly. “Not the violent breaking, but the quiet rebuilding. You are allowing yourself to be remade in our image. Soft where you were hard. Open where you were closed. Willing where you once fought. We see it in your eyes. The silver no longer

My dad utters as he steadies me on my feet and against him. “Merry wow there.” Jenn exclaimed as she rushed to me. “My liege!” Crispin shrieked as he tried to move to me, only Sarah held him back. “Merida not so fast!” Sarah yelled as she pulled Crispin back “I called in the Gatlin’s, your guide told me you were friends through elementary school.” Ericson explained from his seat across from us. “I figured the more friends you have the more comfortable you will be as you learn everything. Plus, to answer your question, yes rebirth started with your family, but it has occurred more and more over the centuries with others. Crispin being one of those souls and Jenn Gatlin being another.”

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

Dante roared, trying to pull me back. "Listen to me!" I shouted over his shoulder. "She wants the 'Original' DNA? I’m #3! I’m the most resilient one you’ve ever made, remember? If I merge with the 'Original,' the frequency will loop. It’ll create a 'Feedback-Crawl' that will fry the ship’s OS—and Elena with it."

The ground beneath my feet feels like it trembles. Nicholas only laughs, and that’s it. That’s the last thing he does as a man standing above me. Because I let go completely. Lucian surges forward, taking over fully. Bones crack, muscles tear and rebuild, power explodes through me. And then…..I’m no longer Damien. I’m Lucian…..a massive, terrifying Alpha. My growl shakes the air as I lunge forward, but I don’t reach him. Because they come. Warriors.

"You were reborn too." The light turned green. I raised the window and placed the glass between our worlds again. Before it closed completely, I said, "In the last life, we already settled our debt." The car moved forward. Adrian chased for a few steps, but the bodyguards stopped him. In the rearview mirror, he stood at the street corner like a statue soaked in rain. I looked away. I felt no thrill of revenge. I felt no old love rising from the ashes. I only felt a peace that had finally landed.

CHAPTER 61 CHRIS I couldn’t sleep all night. Everything Bella said made no sense and yet it explained so much. As I turned the possibilities over and over again in my mind, it began to make even more sense. Her behavior at the funeral, the altercation at the jewelry shop, her uneasiness at the award night, where Mason proposed to Claire, the iCloud name on her phone, and everything that happened afterward. Do I want to believe this? Can someone be reborn? I know I’ve heard and seen a lot of mysterious things but this one tops the chart.

But since she couldn't find Rachel and me, she turned her madness on them. Robbie lost his right hand. He could never again hold a pen. Ned had his Achilles tendon severed. He could never again serve in the military. A pitiful end, truly. But no, Rachel and I did laugh. Robbie and Ned had long since rotted in our yesterday. Now, I stood as a scholar presenting at international conferences, while Rachel became a businesswoman admired by all. Even our parents—the ones who once oppressed us and looked down on us—now come crawling, begging for our help.