Reincarnated Into Star Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I thought I'd woke from a fever dream. I was back in my room alone, with the sun just creeping past the sill. I nearly danced out of bed, praising the morning for saving me. “What the hell kind of dream was that?” I shuddered. One in which I'd been the reincarnation of Eve, marched like a happy idiot into Hell, and, oh yeah, hooked up with the Reaper. “What the...?” A white scar shone on my breast, under the dark lace of my nightgown. I fell to my knees and gagged.

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.”

Rieka rolled her eyes, flipping the page. "Wait, personality traits?" Ralph raised his brows at her. "You know, she's just like Lupe." "Oh, yeah yeah." Rieka brows arched in realization before she took her eyes back to the book, scanning through. "Here!" "Most times, the new body is ignorant that he/she is a reborn. They experience weird dream, which are visions of their past life." Rieka breathed out a heavy sign, staring at Ralph. "This is all we need."

“Mother, I must go. If I don’t, they will destroy this world. But I will not go alone. I will take you and Father with me.” Lucas lay on the ground, barely breathing. More than half of his mechanical body was destroyed. My son placed his small hand on Lucas’s wounds. Instantly, an unbelievable transformation occurred—Lucas’s rusted mechanical body turned into a shining cosmic metal, hard as diamond. His wings returned—but this time, they were wings of fire. Lucas stood up. He was no longer just a robot—he had become a Galactic Warrior. He lifted me into his arms and whispered, “Sophia, our love has now crossed beyond Earth into the stars. Are you ready for this cosmic journey with me?”

Trigger warning: A Long Note. Hello my dearest readers. I am sorry. No updates today. I don't know when I will do the next update. No. I did not copy anybody's work. If you don't trust me read Alpha Ezequiel's Fated Mate. I already announced more than one year back that I am planning to bring Noah back. What was the better way to bring him back than reincarnation? Yes. I did take my inspiration. My first inspiration: A gift from Moon Goddess on Goodnovel app.

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.

“Years before my mother died in the raid.” And that was it. I didn't return to my past immediately, I was still stuck in the dirty place in the unknown forest, and my thirst for water increased greatly. I was waiting patiently for the moon goddess to perform her magic, it meant a lot to me, seeing those traitors with a better plot to get rid of them this time. I failed in the past, I wasn't going to fail in the present, this time. “Today marks the second month, sixteen days of your death,” the fairy woman began. “You shall reincarnate before the month ends .”

“You do not possess an iota of bravery or courage like he does.” “Right….” he rolled his eyes, walking past the painting of the man who looked too much like him in stiffy aristocratic clothes, raising his claws high with a proud smile on his face. He looked very savage, a look Marvis did not appreciate, especially with the several stereotypes surrounding his people. “I thought it was only Werephoenixes that could reincarnate.” “Wow, it must not be a brain that is in your head. Of course everyone can reincarnate. Werephoenixes cannot reincarnate because they cannot die. It’s more like recycling, forfeiting an old body for a better one.”

Now, every sweet promise and every devoted gesture had become the sharpest form of mockery. The happiness I thought I had was nothing more than a carefully woven lie. And I was the most pathetic fool trapped inside it. I agreed to bind myself to the Reincarnation System and offered a condition in exchange—my reincarnation, in exchange for the end of Luna's. 'Luna, from this life onward, through every lifetime to come, we will never meet again.' … I leaned against the car window, silently watching the scenery rush past outside as I considered how I would leave this world.

By month twelve, I was devastating. “You could stay,” Silas said on the last day, his eyes drinking in my transformation. “Forget about them. Build a new life here with me.” I looked at my reflection—no longer Clara Wren, the fat, rejected failure. Now I was Liora Rivers, a goddess among mortals. My Hazel eyes sparkled with power, my body was perfection itself, and my smile could bring men to their knees. “No,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “I didn’t sacrifice my life to hide in the woods. I did it to make them remember what they threw away.”