Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy Novels & Stories

No matter which way I looked at it and how much I wanted to deny it, it became apparent that this wasn’t a dream, nor reality, but a situation within a novel. I’m in a fucking w******l! Heavy anxiety and confusion struck me at the realization. I could’ve never imagined this situation at all. I clearly remembered being hit by a truck, and then... Damn, is the truck a dimensional portal or something? Why do people isekai into shitty novels after getting hit by a truck? I took a deep breath to avoid myself from hyperventilating. After pondering for a while, I came to the conclusion that this is what it meant to be 'transmigrated'. It was very common in novels these days.

Andrew was subjected to beatings and verbal insults every day. It seemed that he had truly lost his mind. He would constantly mumble to himself in a crazed tone while scrubbing robotically. "Go back… I have to go back to the present… Diana… Take me home, honey! This isn't real… I was transmigrated here, so I can definitely transmigrate back to the present… I have to find a way… I have to…" He would either be doused with a bucket of freezing, filthy water in the next second, or someone would smash a wooden bat against his back.

The garden's protective wards, which had been flickering like candles in a hurricane, suddenly blazed with renewed strength, drawing power from the love that had transformed their sanctuary into something unprecedented. As the morning sun climbed higher, painting the conservatory in shades of gold and green, Iris and Damien stood together in the heart of their transformed garden. The curse's grip was weakening, the memory bloom was ready to be claimed, and their love had become something that transcended the limitations of mortal and immortal nature.

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gina smiled. “It seems your family still haven't told you the truth. Well, Anthony… you and I were betrothed to each other since we were little kids. Since then, I have dreamt and waited for the day we will finally get married… I have always wanted you, I have always loved you! But your family started to play tricks on my family and suddenly, the marriage was no longer happening… We accepted it and I decided to try to take matters into my hands. That was when this bitch walked into your life and ruined everything.” I was still confused. What was happening? Where was the Gina that I grew up with? Where was the girl that I loved and cherished as a sister

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

“The curse prevents them from having a mate.” We fell silent at that moment. Suddenly, something strange occurred. All the kitchen flames blew out as if something had directed gusts of wind to put them out. A shivering cold went down my spine. For a moment, I could swear the walls had ears and were listening to our conversations. My body temperature grew higher. I could feel my skin burning. The last time this had happened was when I had my first transformation. Astari disappeared within me. I could feel loneliness creeping deep within me, the kind that left a void sinking inside of me.

All I could see before my eyes was Alexia, the female delta head, hugging my mate snuggled in my blanket, in my bedroom. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. My wolf had become dormant the moment he rejected me but now the insult was unbearable. I shifted, painfully and ran away. With no destination in mind, nowhere to go and sadly no one would even realise my missing. Hera and Liam would come. Maybe. Trust was completely erased from my dictionary.

that's okay too. I'm so sorry, Jeje! I had no intention of cornering. I just take care of your soul mate. And sorry too, Yoona-ya! It's not that your husband is breaking his promise, but this is for the future of our children. I will keep Little Jeje's soul mate by marrying the girl who has been turned into a woman by our son. Sorry! I unconsciously cupped my hands in front of my face while facing the sky. Yes, his intention was to apologize to Yoona who was above that.