روايات وقصص ضمن Reborn As Homelander Fanfiction

Reborn to a rich family and loved dearly, or Reborn as me back into my fifteen-year-old body to rewrite my story. I gave Aragon the middle finger, telling him to fuck off my face with his lies but he misinterpreted it as the first option. I got reborn into you right now. Lacy Jules, all this while we have lived another person's life while the people who had wronged us roam freely. They need to pay for everything they did to me! Please give me the opportunity to rewrite my destiny!

She began to hysterically cry, as we looked at her part unbelieving and part fury. “I’m so sorry. He’s, my father.” She said noticing how we were stunned into silence. There was no way Lamia would let her live now. And now we know how they got little Zanes DNA. “I have heard him speak to Aodh. He tells him soon. I have heard him say that Aodh returned him from the dead and that he lives to serve the god of the underworld and I believe it! He can manipulate shadows, minds, blood. If Jonda is alive then he still has control of her. I wish I could have helped her like I did the others. But I couldn’t. Please believe me. Please.” “Others?” I say, “How many others.”

“Your real name is Kaleb. And as much as I want to kiss you right now… I still remember how you drove your blade into my heart.” The words left me raw. My knees threatened to give, but I held myself upright. His lips parted, his breath shallow. “My grandfather’s name was Kaleb. Everyone says I look just like him.” His throat bobbed as his eyes darted between me and the corpse on the table. “You are him,” I said, my voice breaking. “Reborn.” Something in him faltered. His gaze softened, though confusion still warred in his eyes. “I don’t know why, but… I believe you. Even if I can’t remember.”

“And I came back in a new body with a new name and a new life, and I wasn’t going to hand myself over to be someone’s property again just because I used to be her. I’m not her anymore. I’m a different person.” “That’s impossible,” Kade hissed. “You expect me to believe you were… what? Reborn? Resurrected?” “Yes.” “That’s impossible,” he repeated. “If you don’t believe me, then exhume my grave.” The room went still again. Harrison looked at me sharply, eyes wide with intrigue. Tyler turned his head slowly. I could feel his uncertainty through our sibling bond, and it mirrored my own. I had no way of knowing if my body was still in that coffin. I still didn’t fully understand how all of this w

I scowled angrily at him and he tsked me. "My father knew that she would be returning, apparently she is reborn when the lycans are going to be facing hardships or experience a major change. My dad feels that this is the perfect time for the rogues to rise up, led by a hybrid created by us, Luna and Firo," he said presumptuously. I rolled my eyes the best I could, apparently they'd forgotten only mates can breed. Firo grabbed me by the hair and pulled me further along. I got a large scent of blood and glanced around to see a dead beta Dominik, several other pack members I didn't know then Lennex. I gasped at the hole in his chest.

My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps as hands reached out to stabilize me. “Livia.” my father called out, stepping forward in alert. I didn't hear him. I saw only Asher, looking at me with scared confusion, his face pale, his eyes wide with a terrified, impossible recognition. Because the man in that memory wasn't the cold Alpha who had ordered my execution. He was a broken man mourning the woman he had failed to save. And for the first time since my rebirth…I wondered if the life I remembered had never been the whole truth.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled. Dandelion, seated quietly in the corner, looked up from her laptop, her expression grim. “It’s not fake, Liam. It’s everywhere. Videos, pictures, statements... He’s... he’s really doing this.” “He wouldn’t,” Liam snapped, his voice louder than he intended. He stopped pacing and turned to her, desperation etched into his face. “This isn’t him, Dandelion. It can’t be him!” Dandelion’s gaze softened, but her voice was steady. “I don’t know who he is anymore.”

She hit the end of her chains and was snapped back, still snarling. “She is no longer a filthy, human hybrid. She has been reborn in her true and natural state.” Iza held his arms out and turned his head skywards. “We have done it for you, mother.” Twax echoed his posture and said, “We will restore them all!” A loud snarl rang out on the far side of the cave, making my heart race.

It was a world of strength, power, and beauty—but above all, it was theirs. Aria took a deep breath, thinking of all the hardships she had endured, the betrayals she had survived, and the battles she had fought within herself. She realized something profound: she hadn’t been reborn for Damian, or for their daughter. She had been reborn for herself. And in finding herself, she had found the love, the family, and the world she truly deserved. Her hand found Damian’s, squeezing it gently. “We did it,” she whispered. “We built this… our world.”

“Why? Why are you doing this? Why take everything from me—my mate, my pack—?” “A dead woman doesn’t need answers.” She had turned away, walking leisurely as if she had all the time in the world. A tear had slipped down my cheek as my life drained away. *This isn’t fair. If I had another chance, I’d do everything differently.* And then— I had woken up. Back in my bedroom. By the will of the Moon Goddess, I had been reborn. And now, as Cliff stood before me, justifying his betrayal, I realized the truth—