Reincarnated Into Marvel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Like I hadn’t happened. And I lay there, staring at the ceiling, wide awake… wondering how the hell I ever mistook this for fate. It was just like last time. Same as before. My stomach clenched. Oh no! No, no, no. This wasn’t possible. I remembered falling from the second floor. I remembered the stone. The cold. Marla’s face. The blood. I remembered dying. So why was I here? Why was I back? I sat up, my breath coming faster, panic and realization crashing over me in uneven waves.

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.

In my previous life, my fate had been tampered with, and as a result, I died a gruesome death. When I got to live my life a second time, I vowed to get even with my mate and cousin. I would take back everything that was mine. … "Elena, I don't think I'm going to hold out much longer. You should pick one of these four werewolves to be your mate so that when I breathe my last, I can rest in peace under the radiant presence of the Moon Goddess."

The alert tones and Sadie's shouting blurred together, filling the car. Then the brakes hit. "Get out." Sadie threw the door open, came around to my side, and yanked me out by the arm. "Acting like you're better than us. Who do you think you are?" I didn't fight her. I stumbled, my knee slamming into the rough ground. Pain shot up my leg, and tears stung my eyes. But I was alive. This time, I was alive. Lillian got out right after and took my phone. She tapped through a few screens, changed the destination, and marked the trip complete. Then she held the phone up, smiling sweetly.

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

“You can try as much as you want...but now you’re just a miserable human...” My hands begin to shake with rage...It’s not possible for me to be beaten by a stupid corpse...I HAVE to go back to Darren...I HAVE to escape because I am the reincarnation of the RED MOON!!! The blankets around me begin to spin fast in the ‘air under Vlad’s stupid eyes. “Interesting...” I see everything black, but I can see the outline of Vlad’s soul. “You can never have control over me...I won’t let you!!!”

(ꐦ ≖ ‸ ≖) “…then you’ll be sent to reincarnate.” (╯°Д°）╯︵ ┻━┻ ‘You lot are scammers! Give me back my wonderful carefree life in a vast, beautiful world!!’

They were focusing on becoming cultivators that they failed to realize such fact. Ming Yue gave a sad smile. "I am different.." she paused before continuing, "I didn't undergo such trial because.. I am a reincarnated person.." Once again silence returned to the room and Fan Mei was the one who broke it. "Reincarnated.. as in.." Ming Yue's sad smile became more visible, "Yes.. I died once.."

He opens his eyes into the game where he is a piece to His chessboard and company as turning back does not exist anymore, now that he accepted and throws everything into the game of life and death. “To protect and be the holder they expect me to be and where I needed to be. This path is the only way to fulfill that promise, right?” Somewhat brainwash, yet is still holding that desire as the only driving force of his life right now. To the seems like an endless dark tunnel that he walks with. He finally comes out as he finds himself into the room and the world of his plan. “Death Reincarnate.” He whispers, naming the world and the book where the lies, darkness, and the prison cell of the prom

A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes. “Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.