Reincarnated As Metal Sonic Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Where silver light had poured over my infant body and marked me as hers. Where she had whispered destiny into my bones. I closed my eyes. And it came back. The ritual. The chanting. The weight of power searing through my veins as she named me Moonborn. Chosen. Sacred. I opened my eyes slowly. A cruel smirk curved my lips. You cast me into the void after I died. You thought that would end me. But I was back. And this time, I would not play obedient daughter. I turned from the statue and ascended back into the Citadel.

I hit the floor with a dull thud, Dante rushes to me and immediately picks me up in his arms while holding the phone up in one hand. As I gradually fade away, I can still hear a familiar baritone voice telling Dante that if he doesn't hand me over in 30 minutes, I will die. In the fog of my mind, I understand that the antidote was not the correct one or there is a second phase of treatment. Surprised that I can still hear and reason, I try not to lose reality, but, defeated, I drift far away. There is silence, darkness, a slight, constant, discreet ringing in my ears that tells me I am still breathing and alive. Stay close! I'll be back in 2 days. I await you with love! I write for you!

Her voice entered my head, cold, regal, and utterly empty of the "Grit." "Thank you for bringing the 'Extinction' back to the vault, little sister," the Original said. "The project is finally complete." The gold chains didn't just bind me; they began to Merge with my skin. The "Obsidian-Violet" light in my veins was being pulled toward the center of the sphere, toward the sister who had used me as a shield for twenty years while she planned the end of the world. I looked at Dante. His red eye was fading back to grey as the siphons drained his Titan form. He was reaching for me, his tattered wings beating against the silver mist, but the distance between us was widening as the engine prepared

I heaved, but nothing came up my throat. That was when I got a glimpse at the woman in the mirror. I took a step back. That wasn't me. My red hair and subtle features. Gone. I was looking at a woman with bolder curves. Green eyes. More feminine. A brunette. I blinked hard, waiting for the reflection to disappear. It was still there. I was staring at… me. I couldn't have reincarnated somehow. Those things didn't exist.

[The Reawakening] The taste of copper on his tongue didn't just break the code; it detonated the very foundation of his reality. When Dante’s lips met the blood blooming from the wound he had carved into my shoulder, a jagged lightning bolt of pure, unfiltered memory surged through our shared connection. The "Sync" didn't just whisper—it screamed with the force of a thousand dying suns, tearing the white Sovereign veil from his mind until there was nothing left but the raw, bleeding truth of who we were.

"The noise of your 'freedom' has lasted long enough. The world craves the silence of the song." The Virtuosos used "Sonic Erasure." They began to sing a series of high-frequency pulses that targeted the specific "Identity Frequencies" of the pack. Xander felt his memories of the forest beginning to blur. Selene felt the weight of her blades becoming meaningless. Even Emma found herself staring at the Conduit, her creative mind momentarily seduced by the terrifying, perfect beauty of the machine’s geometry. "Eva! The Prism!" Xander roared, fighting through the mental fog to reach her.

He thumps to the ground, but I have my arms wrapped around his blood-soaked back in an instant, lifting him away from that dangerous speck of holy metal before it digs its way back into his flesh… It’s pointless. He’s dead. I smooth my blood-soaked hand through his hair, searching that flat, lifeless gaze. Even if Sicillio’s experiments do reanimate him, and even if he doesn’t come back rabid… That ghost will still force its way back inside his body and try to seize control of him once more. Unless there’s a more powerful bond infused into his flesh and very soul, able to command him… I bite down on my wrist and breathe my blood into his mouth without a second thought.

Meow~ " Haha! Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time... There was a girl. She was rich, she was perfect, and she was a national crush. But her heart wanted to see her late ex-boyfriend. Isn't it weird? People can move on as soon as they break up. But she couldn't. Her part of her heart was miserably in love with that person who would never know that. But... Fate changed it into a funny joke. She suddenly died, she came somewhere weird place. It was suffocating for her but she wanted to live the way she always did in her previous life. But it was not that easy. That place became a thorn in her throat. She wanted to escape but she had no idea what she would do. But she knew she had someone

Memories from my past and present lives blurred together, leaving me feeling like I was walking on air. After returning home, I hurried through my evening routine and collapsed into bed. The soft blankets wrapped around me as I drifted into a heavy sleep. The door to my room creaked open slightly. Someone entered. It seemed like... I found myself seeing the events that followed my death in my previous life. After my mother and I died, Liam took care of everything. He had us cremated, and our ashes were kept in two small urns that he placed in his home.

she pats me on the back before she pulls away, “Send for me and I will come to say my goodbye.” I nod and watch as she walks silently down the hall. When she is around the corner, I go back into the room. I sit in the chair and lean against the side of the bed, letting my arm drape across Kas’s waist. The ticking of the second hand on the wall clock lulls me into a sense of calm as I admire my beautiful mate. What has my life turned into? A world of Greek gods and goddesses? Reincarnated hundreds of times? My mate gives birth to her sister and vice versa, over and over? It’s all so unbelievable.