Reborn As A Mikaelson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

and don't try to force me to, I will when I'm ready, you should rest up okay", he said to her as he went to the balcony to relax a bit. Mia got out of bed, naked, and went to hug him from behind and pecked his backside and neck as she whispered, "I love you". But Lucien did not respond and she nodded and smiled going back to bed. She would give him some time to get used to her love and affection and then everything would be perfect, she thought as she dozed off. Lucien sighed and rubbed his hair, "Everything just seems so fast", he said softly in his head, "Rebekah died suddenly with their baby, and the next day Mia is pregnant and then she is now Luna, taking over Rebekah's place. It was ju

Ava began to heal Abigail as the light surrounded them. “ It is pointless,” Mikael said, transforming back into the human form again. “ She was hit by a dragon so she is definitely bound to die,” he added. “ Did you forget I was also hit by you?” I asked, reminding him the fact that I am still alive and all thanks to my mate. I saw Ava was standing up as she put Abigail's head in the ground gingerly before facing him. Another woman came and took Abigail away with the help of a man.

I don't want to end up trusting someone and then have my trust betrayed the one thing that I don't want and I don't want to do things for the sake of doing an answer to break off my engagement with my ex-fiance because I don't want to have food you don't feel I wanted to know that the feelings I had were real and that we did happen. Recovery gives you time to get everything you need to get in order and when it happens with your memory it's like a movie of your life. When you wake up you become reborn again but you don't have empire you're still human that's the dumb part because it would be so cool if I woke up and I was a vampire because apparently when they are reborn they remember everyth

The new general of the blood-born, still clutching the limp, paralyzed body of Malakai, let out one final, frustrated howl of defeat before the violet tide swallowed him whole, dragging them both back down into the dark abyss, completely sealing the gateway behind them. Back in the lowest vaults, the brilliant purplish-blue light slowly receded, contracting back into the black stone anchor before fading into a gentle, permanent violet hum. The cut on Rebecca’s hand had completely healed, leaving behind nothing but a faint, smooth silvery line that mirrored the scars on Lucian’s own hands. The cavern was completely silent, the air warm, clean, and smelling of sweet highland rain. Maeve slowly

In that past life, I had died because I was naive, because I trusted Vance, and because I allowed myself to be chewed up by the corrupt political games of this pack. ​But I had been reborn. ​I was no longer that weak, helpless Thalia. I was the host of an ancient, terrifying bloodline that was slowly evolving inside me with every passing day. ​Slowly, deliberately, I pushed Lysander’s massive hand away from my waist and stepped out from behind his protective frame.

"Alright, alright, nothing really happened. Just a big misunderstanding in the middle of the night. Let's all go back to drinking." "Yeah, yeah, drinks!" They started drifting off in twos and threes. My father's expression softened. His gaze toward Veronica turned less murderous. Even Marco was circling back, whispering sweet nothings to the Don, trying to bury the whole thing. Everyone wanted to call it a night. But this time, I wasn't letting them off that easy. I thought of my past life, tortured to death in a rival family's basement, and when I looked at Veronica and Marco, the cold in my eyes could've frozen hell.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

The lights of the penthouse flickered as Olivia stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. Rain streaked down the windows behind her, catching in the city skyline like liquid silver. She paused for a moment, feeling the black ring on her finger pulse, tight and insistent. It reminded her that she wasn’t just here as Olivia Monroe Castillo. She was the Reborn, someone whose past and present had been stitched together by blood, power, and Jessica’s lingering influence.

' When Lucas didn't show up to take me to the hospital after the miscarriage in my past life, I had forced myself amid the pain to drive to the hospital, but the last thing I remembered then was passing out in the middle of the road as I had lost too much blood. That was probably how he found me. And when I woke up, I was on the hospital bed, just as I found myself earlier. I couldn't wait then to thank the good person who had brought me to the hospital, as Lucas asked me to come home right away. If I had waited longer, perhaps I would've met Justin back then. He reached for my face and wiped my tears. Our eyes locked, as silence thickened around us. My heart pounded with excitement. It stil

“We built this… our world.” Damian’s eyes shone with emotion. “Yes… our world. Our life. Our love. And it’s only going to get better.” Aria looked down at her hand in his, then out at the city below. “I finally understand… I wasn’t reborn to love a man. I was reborn to find myself. And in finding myself… I found the love I truly deserved.” Damian smiled, pulling her into a gentle embrace as the wind stirred around them. “And I’ll always be here, with you, for that love. Forever.”