Reborn As The Villainess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That is my name. I am Resin, first of the Lycan Hybrids. Warrior of the Forgotten Wars. Death did not grant me rest; the Spirit World chose me to guard this island until balance is restored. And now… it seems fate has brought us together.” I stared at him, my pulse quickening. He stepped closer, his golden eyes scanning mine. “You are more than a runaway, Adolfa. Much more. You are the Reborn Goddess—the one who must restore what was broken.” I blinked. “That’s impossible. I’m just—” “—A Wereraven and Lycan hybrid,” he interrupted. “An extremely rare combination, a being of balance and chaos. You were once a goddess, the greatest of them all. And now, reborn, you must reclaim that power… or

My heart leaped for joy at the realization, and I couldn't help but scream excitedly. There was a reason she brought me back, and that reason is nothing but REVENGE. In my past life, I have made countless mistakes. I was too naive and oblivious about what life truly was. Now that I know everything, I won't make those mistakes twice. I will make sure Alexis and Damon paid for the pain they caused me. They caused my death and now that I have been reborn, I'll make them pay ten folds. This is no longer the shy and naive Crimson, this is the new one, and I'm coming with full force. I got dressed and packed my hair into a ponytail before picking up my purse and phone. The door flung open and Alex

The worry she had been trying to hide finally surfaced. "You had a vision." It wasn't a question, and the Seer nodded. She drew in a breath and faced him. She rolled the knot on her side around her hand. "I told you she was awakened, but I was wrong. She was reborn, Your Majesty." "What do you mean reborn?" Kallias was left confused. "What I mean is that the sorceress was reincarnated. She didn't just wake; she was born again, and this time stronger than before."

After he was done, there was nothing she could say about the design since it was actually really nice. The events of her last life flashed past her mind and she quickly took her phone and glanced at the year only to see she had been reborn four years ago! Which meant her daughter was still three years old and she had enough time to enact her revenge. She stared towards Valerie who she could tell was seething inwardly and smirked; Valerie Accardo, I've come back to life to kill you and all those who joined hands with you to ruin my once perfect life.

"To betray Cassian, break his trust, serve the tragic narrative. But I'm tired of being a tool in someone else's story." She turned to address the entire hall. "I'm not from this world originally. Like Prince Elian. Like several others here. I was reincarnated into this story as Priestess Selene, given a quest: ensure Cassian Nyx's tragic ending. In exchange, I could return home." Gasps echoed through the room. "But I've watched them," Selene continued, gesturing to Adrian and Cassian. "Watched them fight fate. Choose each other. Build something real from a narrative that demanded tragedy. And I realized—going home means nothing if I become a monster to get there."

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.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Her heart still thundered in her chest from the outburst of memories Nyx made her go through. She was no longer Carmen Wade, a woman of no consequence in her modern world. She was now, mysteriously, Daphne Vasquez. The tragic princess doomed to a life of obsession, misery, betrayal, and death by the sword at the hands of the man she fell in love with. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on her like an iron shroud. Everything was just so similar to her old life. Was that why Nyx picked this particular story? Was Nyx really on her side or did she just enjoy watching her suffer?

They scoffed at her obedience façade claiming that if I could put it after how I tortured them then I was always putting an obedient façade in front of her mother as her expression was the same as how it looks like in front of her mother. She hated them so much. She vowed that the moment power gets back to her, she will teach them a lesson they will never forget and make them always beg her. Even if the women knew what she were thinking, they wouldn’t care as they believed that Eve’s powerful era had come to an end.

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.