Reborn As A Greek God Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

Their sins from the past lives are catching up with them and they are born to suffer in this life to pay for their past life sins. He is always cold and calculating. He cannot deliver justice if he begins to feel. Emotions are something that doesn't have a place in his heart. He is stone cold. But then, a newly turned goddess named Faiysha succeeded in that task. After so many centuries of coldness, he began to feel something strange when he first saw her. He understood that she has a crush on him. Almost all the women have a crush on him because he is a Greek God. Utterly flawless on the surface and almost irresistible.

When the instructor saw the gold coin, the sneer on his face turned into pure terror. He didn't ask a single question. He saluted me with respect and waved me through. That afternoon, cleaned up and dressed, I followed the teacher into the training grounds. Not far away stood Luca, dressed in a white suit. He didn't look like a bum anymore. Only his smile betrayed the shy boy he used to be. And on his arm was Sofia. The legendary daughter of the Godfather. "This is my new bodyguard, Luca," Sofia introduced him to the crowd, smiling sweetly like a doll. "And my future husband."

Chapter 4 Eloise Brooke "Eloise... Eloise... Are you ok?" My head banged with a headache as I forced my eyes open to the faint masculine voice calling out for me. The first thing I saw was the white blurry ceiling above my face. 'Finally! I have been reunited with my parents' That was the first thing that came to my mind as I breathed out in relief. Thankfully , I didn't wake up to find myself burning in the pit of hell. I guess my creator was merciful enough to bring me here instead, after all the pain I've been through.

Our forehead pressed together as a lone tear slipped from his eye. "Alas..... That didn't happen... But I swear I'm never letting those repeat again... I will never let you go... I wanted to tell you that I know... That you're not the only one but I couldn't... Because there were gaps between both our version... I was waiting till I know it all... That's it princess... I didn't want to break your trust... " I kept quiet for a moment... I need some time to process it all... But one thing didn't set right with me... Why was he reborn? On my birthday, just like me... I died.... Not him, right...?

I pinched my arm, believing I was dreaming, hissing in pain when I felt it. Was this real? All of it? Could it be… I have been freaking reborn! My wishes were answered even when I didn't believe in a God?? Smiling at my luck, I plopped down on the cold, hard floor. If I had actually been reborn like I was suspecting, it would mean I needed to plan my meeting with Lysander. This was how I'd met him. It was on the night of my parents' death, and I was locked, like the other girls, to be sold out, though not in cages like this. It eluded me why the god that helped didn't think to return me to the day before my parents' death so I could change the past and save them.

"Fight him! You're stronger than this!" He looked at me, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. His voice briefly returned to normal as he said, "Mom?" ​ Grasping his face in my hands, I whispered, "Yes, it's me. You can fight this." ​ However, there was a powerful presence of the ancient god. My youngster took a step back as his eyes glowed again. TikTok "I am reborn," he said again, but this time his voice was different. ​ The sky darkened, and the ground trembled. My son was slipping away, and the ancient god's power was increasing. ​

My claws itch, torn between longing and suspicion. I slam the laptop shut, my pulse racing. The moonstone’s pulse surges, amplifying my alpha blood, a power I ignored in my past life when Damon’s false mate bond blinded me, letting Lana steal our relic. Reborn by the moon goddess, I’m Starfang’s heir, and I’ll protect my pack—Gideon, Cee, Dad—at all costs. Lana’s schemes—her rape lie, her call with Damon plotting his tutor role—keeps getting things complicated. I wish she could just follow the script and lose her shit.

My fury in front. “You came,” he says, voice like oil on fire. “The divine little bitch who escaped me. I should have broken your spirit long ago.” I step into the clearing, my silver fur gleaming under the blood-red moon. I shift. Bones crack, fire surges through my spine, and in seconds I stand in human form—Anika, reborn, radiant with the goddess’s mark etched into my skin. My eyes glow like twin suns. “You tried,” I say, voice low and steady. “You failed.”

Whiskey, vodka, rum—he ordered them all, filling the table with glasses of liquid oblivion. One by one, he downed them, the burning sensation in his throat a faint echo of the fire in his chest. His stomach churned violently, and his pale face glistened with cold sweat as dry heaves wracked his frame. He thought of her again, the mute girl who would never return. How he longed to hold her, to beg for her forgiveness, to confess that he had loved her and only her. He would fall to his knees if that was what it took to make her come back.

I don’t breathe too heavily either, afraid that this is too good to be true. “No, Fiona. I’m here. See?” She takes my hand and lifts it to her cheek, letting me touch her. Warmth, unlike the cold feeling I always felt in my dreams, seeps into my fingers. “I’m right here. The Goddess has allowed me to come back.” “What do you mean ‘come back’? I don’t… what is happening?” She smiles, turns her head, and kisses my palm. “She has allowed me to be reborn.” Almost before she could finish her words, I throw my arms around her, tears spilling from my eyes as I cry into her shoulder.