Reincarnated Into Harry Potter Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

In other times I’d be suffering a panic attack already, but recent happenings appear to have cured me that specific ailment. If what's written in this thing is to be believed , I'm the reincarnation of the Sorceress who cursed Alex, which means there's more than one way of becoming a vampire and I’ve also been told I'll be face to face with whomever attempted to kill me, soon enough . Well...At least I've been forewarned. The rest of the book seems to be blank, but it certainly isn’t. Every day a new chapter appears, which disappears as soon as I have read it.

he barked. " I kind of like Princeton..." murmured Egon. " Me too... there's something about him that makes him so incredibly interesting," adds Zephir " Unstable in the head?" Harry asked, narrowing his gaze. My brothers nodded. I looked back at Iris. " Harry, you'll take her back home and make something up about where you found her. We need you to earn some points with the lycans, especially after what happened with the attack. Zephir, can you compel her to forget what happened? She has seen enough killing and vampires," I said. Tears filled in Iris' eyes, and she shook her head.

Author Pov Rose entered her apartment breathing heavily. She clutched the side of her waist as she again burst out in tears of helplessness. Now she understood the depth of pain that man had gone through. He had changed so much. She had turned him into utterly a different man. Harry. The innocent sweet boy she used to know has turned into a vicious rugged man. His body proportion. His height. Even his aura had turned him into a scary adult. His rugged muscular body can easily empower her anytime he wants. His cold scary aura can kill her just by his presence.

Harry chuckled upon hearing the question, then grinned, "Care about her? No, not even close. She's not my daughter. Why should I care about a woman who has no connection to me whatsoever?" Lucas furrowed his brow in confusion, his grip on his emotions tightening. "Wait, if she's not your daughter, then whose daughter is she?" Harry's lips curled into a sly smile, enjoying the intrigue he was creating. "She's the daughter of the vessel's original owner, the one whose body I now inhabit." Lucas's eyes widened in realization, the implications of Harry's words sinking in. "You mean Karina is the daughter of the person whose body you took over?"

It turned out Ethan was Seleria’s reincarnation. The thought of Lucian getting a second chance at happiness—while she drowned in the agony of losing her mate—made her blood boil. He was healing. “It’s ready,” Enis finally said one moonless night, as the vat trembled and the ground beneath them cracked. “He’s waking.” Zoraya’s heart raced. “What do I do?” “Stand back,” the witch warned, stepping closer. “And remember—he will not be the same. He will rise with little memory of who he was… mostly the darker parts. It will make him hungry and powerful.”

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

I poured us each a drink and joined her. “Have you ever heard of reincarnation, and a goddess called Bastet?” It had quickly become clear that grandma was in the same state of shock that I had been in before. She frowned, but didn’t say a word. “According to Bastet, she reincarnated me. I died in the battle between our pack and Daniel’s, and she brought me back to change future.” I emptied my glass and sat back, taking a deep breath. It took some time to explain what we all had been through, and grandma asked the odd question, but she didn’t look shocked.

It was as if he were telling Aria he would listen no matter how impossible it might sound. Aria saw the walls finally come down, and the ache in her chest cut even deeper. She shifted in her seat and let her voice go gentler. But she kept every word clear and sure, carrying warmth that felt like it had traveled across a thousand years. She began to tell him the story that reincarnation had buried. "Percy, in your past life, you were the fourth apprentice of the Hollowlight Sect." The words hit him, and his heart lurched hard, as if a key had just slid into a lock hidden somewhere inside his soul and turned. The fragmented visions that had been trickling through his mind erupted all at once,

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins