Reincarnated As Metal Sonic Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

of the Council. Silas Blackwood felt his density returning. His gold-and-sapphire skin regained its terminal vibrancy as the "Duplicate Silas" from the simulation "re-integrated" with the real Alpha. He was no longer a "Donor" or a "Battery." He was the "Sovereign of the Reborn," and he was standing in the heart of his enemy’s castle. "Kaelen!" Silas roared, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. The five-year-old boy appeared in the center of the lilies, his white-and-black hair now a solid, glowing iridescent violet. He wasn't a "Draft" or a "Template." He was the "Author"—and he had just "Edited" himself into the laboratory.

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.

A single drop fell onto a crystal he held beneath it. The moment my blood touched the crystal, Valak’s expression changed. His eyes went wide, confusion and something like shock crossing his features. “What is it?” I asked, tension spiking through me. He stared at the crystal, then at me. His lips moved, but no sound came out at first. Then his voice entered my mind directly, a mental communication that bypassed sound entirely. ‘You were reborn. You died and came back.’ I froze, my blood turning to ice.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

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.

"Spot me, guys. I'll pay you back once I start this job." They squirmed, speechless. Jessica pivoted, turning her frustration on me. "Why do you have to hound her for the money now? Once she's working, she'll pay you back in a heartbeat." I laughed, sharp and cold. "A heartbeat? Who says she's even coming back from that place? She can't pay me now, so what makes you think she'll send me a dime from halfway across the globe?" Our argument drew a crowd from the hallway. Amber, sensing the spotlight, turned on the waterworks. "Sabine, how can you do this? We've been roommates for four years."

My chest tightened from his words. "But if I stayed alive," he continued softly, "I would keep everything in this body." He brought my hand to his lips. "And they promised that they would help me find you again." His eyes lingered in my hand where the Franciosa heirloom ring was resting. "That was when they told me who you truly were." His gaze softened. "That you were one of the Moon Goddess' daughters." Then, finally, he finally rose his head and turned at me. "That you are the Goddess of Reincarnation." Silence settled heavily after Lucretius finished speaking. It didn't look uncomfortable or tense. It just look... comforting.

I have a phone if I need light. The sound of breathing behind me, and then a blinding pain. Emptiness. I wake up with suffocating fear and unimaginable agony. Blindfolded, hands stretched overhead in scalding metal handcuffs. The passage of time is marked by screams that turn into hoarse breathing. Slippery, sticky blood runs down my body, dripping from my toes. The tickling of fur against my skin signals his reincarnation. Part of me is happy that I'm blindfolded, that I won't have to watch this monster tear me apart. Teeth tearing my skin. The claws dig into the ribs. Does the bandage make it worse?

The goddess of light stroked Nia's cheek. "What do you mean it's just the four of us!?" shouted Nia with a face so angry. "Ahh, yes, as an apology, I will try to find your men. Go now!" The goddess of light returned to her throne. "Watch you!" Nia shouted with her body starting to fade and disappear. ____ Several hundred years later "Welcome blah blah blah.. In essence he reincarnated Nay and Noe into this world. Note: the author is also impatient with the people :" I want to punch them right away but later I can immediately run out of ideas.

His cat eyes widened his animal pupil turning into slits, as his instincts get the better of him running to the corner so as not to be smashed by the boulders rushing and rolling forward very fast. There was a loud crashing sound followed by the dust and crashed rocks exploding. Caden found a little hole to hide, fortunately. When everything fell into silence, Caden went out of the hole and was stunned when he saw the light coming from the outside pouring down from the blasted hole. Now, the entryway can hold even 4 to 5 adult humans, not to mention a little kitty like him. But what shocked him is that the world outside doesn't resemble anything as he remembered. Did he transmigrate, not jus