Reincarnated Gamer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

"Drop it!" I stepped out of the shadows, roaring at him. Tony jumped, almost dropping his phone. Then he saw it was me and flashed a mouth full of yellow teeth: "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Back from the dead? Perfect timing. That psycho butcher is still offering a price for your head.Gonna get a good price this time." He thought I was still that little girl he used to beat and yell at, the one who’d just cry in the corner.

To fix the things I couldn’t control. At twenty-two, I walked into the hospital as an idealistic doctor. I stayed late, cared for patients no one else wanted. That’s where I met Damian Reeve, billionaire, heir to an empire I didn’t want to touch. Cold golden eyes, the kind that looked like they could strip your soul bare. He fascinated me and scared me at the same time. I fell for him anyway. I was naive. I thought love would make him stay. It didn’t. *** I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Damian loved perfection the way some people love cats. Cold, distant perfection.

It was Damian Blackwood, the heir to the most powerful family in Kingsford. A ruthless man who despised anyone bold enough to manipulate financial records under his nose. In my previous life, Jason had only managed to get an introduction to Damian through the connections my father built over the years. Later, desperate to cover the missing money, Jason cut corners throughout the project, triggering a catastrophic construction accident. Damian was furious. With a single move, he crushed Jason completely. Unfortunately, by then I had already died in that psychiatric hospital. I never got to see him reap what he'd sown.

You know, before I leaped off that building, I felt like I had reached a dead-end… It was like there was no future ahead without him… only pain… Funnily enough, I realized just how stupid I was seconds before I landed on the ground! ‘I was such a moron…! Why did I have to degrade myself so much for that b*stard?! If reincarnation truly exists, then I hope that I’ll never fall for such scum again…! Either way, I’m just hoping to discharge as soon as possible so that I can travel around again. Who knows, I could find another young and handsome man to claim!’

“You found a new portal!” “Not so fast, I was just a farmer. I had no idea magic existed during my first round here, I wouldn’t have known how to use a portal even if I had one. When I woke up, I continued living my life as if this fantasy world was just a dream induced by me being in a coma. Until one day I was unlucky enough to be involved in another accident; call it coincidence or maybe I kept a spiritual connection to this world, but I reincarnated here once again. However, this time there was a big difference; I was Kira, a powerful elf.”

It was as if I had met him once more after a slumber that lasted centuries, and yet I felt him beside me all along, and the memory of him taking this body was extremely distinct. I was at once confused and mystified as the memories from two different dimensions slowly combined, as if my very existence had become multifaceted—half of me being a biological researcher, and the other half a French Navy recruit. I looked at Dicken, and actually felt very upset after realizing that I had been reborn: this scoundrel who lived eternally had deflowered my reincarnated self at eighteen! He had really taken me in both worlds now… It was so unfair! Even so, it was fortunate that we were eventually reuni

"Yeah, I know, but you have to start somewhere. Wait. Could you hear me? Like I said, I'm writing this years in advance. "Pretty cool," he said. "Sounds like my little gamble worked." "Who are you talking to," I asked. "You." "What's the deal?" "I send you to another world. One like earth but different." "Different like what?" "Magic, dragons, very fantasy-like with a hint of horror maybe. I didn't do a lot of research into it. I'm usually on top when it comes to information but in the state that I am in. I'm limited. Anyway, I am going to reincarnate you, and you will be tasked on making your way back here."

"Are you being serious? Is that what you care about right at the moment?" He shakes his head. "Whatever happened with Gwyneth is not important either." My lips part. "Gwyneth. That was her name." He bites his lips in regret. As usual, he hadn't expected such vital information to be let out so easily. "November." He tries to touch me. "Do not move any closer." I pant. "I cannot believe you." "That is all in the past, Didn't you say that this was a new beginning?" "Well, that was when I realized that this has been repeating for over senturies. You kill me, and then, you reincarnate me. Then you kill me again, and then reincarnate me as someone else." I grind my teeth. "You are sick, Sin."

‘I don’t understand! ‘Mateo,’ the voice responds. ‘He too decided to dabble in the dark arts for his lover and then became what he is. As the reincarnation of that woman, you’ll end up with the same fate as she and her lover. The cycle will continue.’ ‘No!,’ I growl. ‘It won’t!’ "FINEON!" As his name leaves my lips, I feel myself being yanked backward as the world around me shifts into an unbearable darkness. "Fallon?"