Novel & Cerita Rwby Fanfiction Oc Reincarnation

Heimzel took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he faced his daughter's wrath. He knew that what he was about to reveal would shake the very foundation of her understanding. "Reina," he began, his voice tinged with both sorrow and urgency, "Sabrina is more than just a mere human. She carries within her the essence of the Crimson Witch, as she is the reincarnation of Crimson Witch herself." Reina's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and skepticism flickering across her face. "The Crimson Witch?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the great war. It’s impossible for her to leave a heir in this world!”

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

Since she had taken over the body then she was going to live well. After organizing the memories of Krystal, M returned to the small bedroom and sat down on the single bed. This was surely going to be troublesome, M lamented. M was going to be called Krystal Everett from now on since she had taken the body of the former host. Krystal began to think of her own miserable life, she couldn’t help but laugh when she thought of how she was given a second chance on life. Those bastards must be celebrating that she was dead but how will they react if they were to know that she was alive and kicking?

“It’s Maya you’re talking to…” For a few seconds, her touch felt like it burned. With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I yanked my arm free. “Stay the hell away from me!” She stumbled backward and hit the floor with a loud thud that echoed across the rink. The other girls slapped their hands over their mouths, gasping. “What the hell is wrong with you, Aria?” Her voice broke with fake pain. “Why are you acting so strange?” I’m acting strange because I’ve been reborn and I know all your tactics. I wished I could say it out loud, but I only hissed through clenched teeth.

My breath hitched, my chest tightening as if my heart might break through it. There was no time to think. I grabbed Andrew's phone, woke the screen, and turned it toward them. "Of course, he has a family. Look." A small, bright photo filled the display, a family of three smiling at the camera. Andrew looked younger, enough to place it years back. The child stood out immediately, with his pale skin and white hair. In my last life, I learned later that Andrew's son had a rare genetic condition. He couldn't afford treatment, and the boy died at six.

"I was wrong, Selena. Please help me. I'm begging you." Looking down at the person who had murdered me in my previous life, I instinctively took a few steps back. But Rachael suddenly offered a wicked smile toward the space behind me. A shiver ran down my spine. Before I could run, everything went black. When I woke up, I was in Rachael and Ethan's house. Ethan was approaching me while rubbing his hands together with a predatory grin. I thrashed violently, as tears spilled from my eyes. God hadn't given me a second chance at life just to let me end up like this.

"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.

After that, she calmed down a bit, thinking that if Tracy’s skin was back to perfection, she would dazzle everyone with just this simple look. “Thank you aunty,” Tracy said, as she stared at the mirror. She had countless thoughts when she saw herself. In her past life, she never wore such outfits; she only wore Eve’s old outfits. Now, seeing herself in new clothes, just the ones she always wished to wear, she felt like crying, but still remembered that she wasn’t alone. ‘With being reborn comes a new look.’ She said inwardly, her lips curled up into a smile, her eyes softened as a smiling gaze appeared as she turned to Rhoda.

“So what you two are trying to say is Agatha Morrow—who happens to be a Lycan—is a reincarnation of your dead mother?” Ryan’s voice cracked slightly at the end, a mix of disbelief and frustration. He stared at Rhunar and Fenrik across the table where they sat to listen to the story, his fingers drumming hard against the edge. The sound was sharp in the tense room, a constant tap-tap like a heartbeat growing too loud.

The bond with Mason existed, even if it was broken and twisted by his betrayal. Unless. Lyra's mind raced, fragments of old stories and legends suddenly making terrible sense. True mates. Second chance mates. Bonds that transcended time and death. The Lycan King stared at her through his mask, and she saw understanding dawn in his eyes. He felt it too. Knew what it meant. "Well," he said, a hint of dark amusement in his voice. "This complicates things considerably