Reborn As A Dragon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I swallowed. The effect was instant and violent, but not what he expected. A roar erupted in my soul. It wasn’t mine. It was Veylara’s. A roar of pure, undiluted rejection. She would not be bound. She would not be controlled. My dragon spirit rebelled against the submission he demanded.

said Seth as Red sighed. “Finally at least you understand and acknowledge the fact that you need to listen to me and then say. Can you please tell me your name?” asked Red. “My name is Seth.” “That is not a kind of name that I would have envisioned for a dragon. However, go on.” “I was not born a dragon. I was a human being born in a human world. However the night I lost everything in my life was also the night that I gained a new life altogether. When I died, I was reborn in the body of a dragon. This body that I am still holding. The dragon had called the Necromancers because his only son had died. I am still in that body and that form.”

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

"Please, Goddess, I beg you. Spare her and take me." I felt the weight of her hand on my head. "I am Angelos, daughter of Hera. You sacrificed much, dragon. You stayed with your bride when I thought you would chase your friend and kill him. Your greatest treasure has long been your pride, but you gave it up for her." I looked up, tears clouding my eyes. I couldn't stop them. Dragons did cry. She gave me a soft smile. "To be reborn we must die first. Look behind you, dragon."

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

I could feel my wolf again, she was here, pacing like she had just woken up from a dream. My palms were sweating. The wolf inside me was up on her toes, sniffing every sound. The marble was real. The whispering was real. The taste of the poison was already gone from my tongue, and I was wearing a dress I remembered choosing for my engagement party three years ago. I saw the calendar on the wall and finally knew for sure: I had been reborn. I was back at my engagement banquet — three years before my death. The Moon Goddess had heard me, and she had wound the clock back.

He forced me to abort our baby but got another woman pregnant. I don't even know what to do. Where do I go? What do I do? “Haaaaaaaaaaa... Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!” My tears and screams echoed as I stood in the middle of the deserted road. It was silent except for the sound of the rain pouring down. I looked up at the heavens. I cursed the day I met Magnus Kalan, hoping for only one thing. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would never look at him twice. I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive.

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

Sylara stood calmly in the center of the glass lake, disappointed. “So close,” she said. “But you’ll never reach it.” --- Then the final guardian rose. A dragon of flame and crystal, bound to the Vein itself, climbed from beneath the lake. Its body shimmered like broken mirrors and lava, wings stretching across the sky, eyes like forges. Aria stared in awe. “The first Flameborn.” Lena whispered, “It’s not alive. It’s memory… made flesh.” The dragon roared—and time fractured again, freezing clouds mid-sky and trees in half-motion.