Reborn As A Dragon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Drop it!" I stepped out of the shadows, roaring at him. Tony jumped, almost dropping his phone. Then he saw it was me and flashed a mouth full of yellow teeth: "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Back from the dead? Perfect timing. That psycho butcher is still offering a price for your head.Gonna get a good price this time." He thought I was still that little girl he used to beat and yell at, the one who’d just cry in the corner.

Vaelrion The Dragon King Awakens First, there was fire—no flicker, no timid glow, but a cataclysm reborn, tearing through the emptiness within him like a newborn sun’s wrath. It was ancient hunger, merciless and unbound, roaring through his veins, coiling around bone and sinew, igniting every rune etched into his soul. His magic—silent, dormant across the ages—erupted in a deafening roar as though shattered chains fell away at once.

In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality. Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead. After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what. The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me. I had already been forged in fire. The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.

“You are not safe. You’re important. And you can no longer pretend to be just a sarcastic powerhouse with great hair and emotional damage. So here’s the order: Stay with Alaric. Trust no one else. Train harder. And if you kiss him again, tell me if it was better the second time.” I paused. “She signed it,” I muttered. “With what?” “A sketch of me zapping a goblin and him shirtless.” Alaric leaned over and deadpanned, “That’s… surprisingly accurate.” ***** So. The rebellion was worse. They were after me. And apparently… I might be more than just the reborn girl with a second life and a villainous mouth.

He looked like a fairytale prince, like the man I once trusted with my soul. Like he hadn’t ripped it out of my chest. My knees buckled, My father held me upright, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my ears. And then everything began to make sense. The Moon Goddess answered me. She heard my prayer, she sent me back to take my revenge. I had just been reborn six years back, to my wedding day with Darren. To the very day I married the man who would kill me and his unborn child. To the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life.

This was about vengeance. I set the phone down, fingers trembling, then curling into fists. Let them think I was gone. Let them believe they had buried me. Because I was back. And this time, I wasn’t their prey. I was the fire coming for them in the dark.

Chad took advantage of that by swallowing his last bottle of rebirth elixirs, about 15 in total! Lord Fifth struggled violently, experiencing intense pain and hardship that only it understood. Amidst its struggle, the broken dragon horn on its head began to regrow visibly. Roar! Roar! Roar! The deafening dragon roar reverberated in all directions, causing clouds to churn and thunder to rumble! Marshawn was ecstatic. He laughed and said, "Is it evolving into a Heavenly Dragon? Truly, even heaven is helping me, allowing me to advance further. Today, I will bathe in dragon blood and forge a divine body!"

Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it. The figure stirred, weak and scarred, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the earthy aroma of the mountains outside. Weeks of uncertainty had passed since a daring rescue pulled her from the inferno that had consumed her previous life. Though her body bore the marks of fire, the ember of determination in her soul remained unextinguished.

She questioned me with confused face and I turned my head up to stare deep in her eyes. “Every Dragon person has their own Dragon sprit which is our original Dragon form that we change into…. King Jamerian Borg he was a ghost who was living in mortal body of King Erlenduris because of which he was able to see my true form when we visited him in conference hall” I explained her

Pointing at her treasures, she crowed, "See this? You'll never have it, reborn or not. Last time, you just got lucky. You'll never beat me." I nodded, playing along, but my mind was on my own child. I had run into that man near the Dragon Palace. He was likely a dragon, too. In my past life, pregnancy had wrecked me. I had gone from full-figured to skin and bones. There had been constant vomiting and countless sleepless nights. The child had been restless, kicking and clawing inside me. The pain had left me doubled over. Serpent women couldn't easily abort, so I had accepted it as fate.