A Second Life, A New Power Novels & Stories

My face was smeared with malice. Agui then struck a confident pose. “Well, thanks to this guy’s hesitancy, I wasn’t able to completely take over his body. And, Sidapa, admit it. Are we not similar?” His words made me frown. “What exactly do you mean?” “Humans born with the ability to see things that others cannot are likely to be the ones who can communicate with their own “second” conscience. Isn’t that correct? And when I say second, I’m referring to us. This enables them to lead two lives. When we reincarnate, the body we inhabit forgets who they are once we awaken. Our new bodies have similar abilities in my case and yours. My host was born blind, but he can see the true form of a supern

Their strength is unmatched, their powers formidable. I can feel the sting of their claws tearing through my flesh, the searing pain radiating through my body. Blood stains the forest floor, mingling with the earth, as if nature itself mourns our impending demise. Through the chaos, I catch glimpses of Golder, her face etched with a mix of fear and determination. She fights alongside our pack members, her powers unleashed with a fierce resolve. I am filled with both pride and anguish, for while I know she is capable, I cannot bear to see her endangered because of me.

"Reality, dimensions, time..." Sarah's hologram flickered. "Their power levels are exponential, but stable. How is that possible?" "Because they're born to it," Emma understood. "Not forced, not chosen – natural." Hope turned to her mother. "Is this what you felt? Twenty years ago?" "No," Penelope smiled. "This is something new. Something better." Marcus coughed. "The next stage. The one we tried to force." "The one that needed to happen on its own," Diana corrected.

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

Your mother and I certainly won't be able to depend on you to take care of us once we grow old. Just like that, my things were stolen from me yet again. In my previous life, it wasn't until the moment I died that I finally understood—things that could be stolen from me probably never belonged to me in the first place, just like that award-winning painting, the art exhibition, and Mom and Dad's favoritism. There were still some things they could never steal from me, though—my inherent talent and ability to learn. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at my parents. I then nodded and said, "I'll let Jane have it, then."

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet demand. I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind racing. How could I possibly explain this? My fingers trembled in his, and I pulled my hand away to clasp them in my lap, as if holding onto myself would steady my nerves. “This is… this is my second life,” I finally said, the words tasting foreign on my tongue even after all this time. His brows furrowed, and I could see the questions forming in his eyes. “your Second life?” I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, I died, Dante. In my past life, I… I didn’t make it past the next two years. But then the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance—a chance to come back, to change what happened.”

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

‎I’m the chosen one. But they never treated me like it. Not even once. And sometimes I wondered why the Moon Goddess let Carissa win the first time. Even when I was her reincarnation. Still, she granted me a second chance. A second breath. A second life. And I’m not throwing that away. ‎Not for Nolan.Not for my so-called uncle. Not even for Theodore. ‎… Or maybe I would No, I won’t. Now isn’t the time to be weak. Or to think about him.

Death whispers in my mind. I'm half surprised that he's speaking to me, when I feel a tiny spark. It's small that at first I think I imagined it. But then I seek it out, finding it again. And as I cup my hands and grab it, it flames up in my hands. It roars and crackles, waiting for my command. Heal her, I beg it, I need you to heal her. The fire, as if understanding me, leaves my hand, fire being pulled from my body. Something within me tries to stop to fight it off.