Rwby Fanfiction Oc Reincarnation 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.

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

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

Memories of my ancestors invaded my brain. Thousands of images remained impregnated in my memory, revealing what Sokaris said... I was the reincarnation of Suicune, the goddess of the northern winds. I looked into Sokaris’s icy blue eyes and said, “You shouldn’t be here. You must go.” “I will not leave without you, my love.” “I can’t go with you. My duty is to be here. I am responsible for these people now, as you are responsible for the darkness and the dead. You must go.”

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”

Seduced by pretty faces from the Darkclaw Pack, she giggled her way through their beds while feeding them Ebonfang Pack's patrol routes and weak spots. Drunk on the attention. Daydreaming about them fighting over her, crowning her their Luna. Then came the pup. And they disappeared. Panic set in. Too late to end it safely. The healer warned her—trying now, as an Omega, could kill her. So she ran crying to James. Left out the betrayal. The bed-hopping. Said she'd been tricked. Said she couldn't bring herself to hurt an innocent pup. Begged him—for her dead parents' sake.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

It felt comforting, but my mind was in a place far from comfort. Why me? The Moon Goddess. She was the only explanation that made sense. She had turned back the hands of time and shoved me back into this cursed life for one reason. And I already have an idea on what it was. A knock interrupted my brooding and Lucas, my Beta, walked in, bowing his head just slightly. “Alpha, the results for the brides are in.” He said in a cheerful voice. I swiveled back in position, a long tired sigh, leaving me. I didn’t need his damned results. I already knew how this played out. I’d lived it once before.

"You've been given another shot at life. However, for your revenge to be more purposeful, the body you are currently in, isn't yours. You've possessed the body of a very weak Luna who was killed by her enemy in the pack. While you are having your revenge, you must focus on not getting killed the second time." Then it faded... ..... "Are you awake now?" A voice tugged at my consciousness. I opened my eyes, my gaze landing on a masked figure.. Looking closely, I gasped. "Alpha Kaden?" I questioned with an iota of doubt. "Did falling from the stairs induce amnesia?" He asked with a chuckle. I shuddered. What was this? I had been reborn. However, not as Reene but Alpha's Kaden mate? The weak Lun