Becoming An Ancestor In Another World From This Day On Novels & Stories

I told her after pulling her so I could hug her. “Plan what, the ceremony?” she asked, and I nodded. “Okay, I would love to. But I want to do it after I give birth.” “If that’s what you want,” I replied and kissed her on her head. The celebration ended, but we decided to go back to my world the following day. Traveling from my world to hers is fun if you ask me. Not everyone can do that, and it might only be us who can do that. I don’t know. I was hoping that it was just us since the cause of it was scary. It only means that evil has taken its form and does evil things to humans and supernatural beings.

Chu Xun was slightly stunned and looked at Long Ao in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Chu Xun, all lives in the world die because of you. Are you still not going to wake up?" Long Ao said in pain. "What are you talking about?" Chu Xun rushed over and wanted to grab Long Ao's collar, but he went straight through him. He suddenly turned around and saw Long Ao standing there, perfectly fine. "You..." Chu Xun opened his mouth but did not know what to say. Long Ao chuckled, "Chu Xun, the Elder Ancestor is dead. The world is destroyed. You should wake up."

For the first few times, I was extremely sad, but I'm used to it now and try not to get too attached to the people around me. I'm honestly worse than an introvert. I've lived my life every century as an extremely weird and remarkable person. Even as a court maid in Korea. I'm on my 18th time being reborn and my life was going great so far because I haven't met Eugene, at least not yet, and I just got a job at the cafe. I'm trying to make this my most uneventful century. "Elle, you're going to be late for work!" yelled my mum as I ran out of my room and out of the house.

I was sure Mike would be back early to pick me up from school. I decided to go to his office during lunch break. He was there, with the door locked. Somehow it felt like I was entering into a coven because this was a death scene, where Anita was maimed, massacred, murdered and mummied. I cleared my throat and said a short prayer before knocking. "Come in" his voice was surprisingly hoarse and rough.

‘Our new world,’ her mother smirked. When they walked past the door, a gentle breeze greeted Bonnie. Someone was standing at the doorpost waiting to close the door. When she raised her face toward the one that stood next to the doorpost, she can’t see the person’s face. The person was faceless. ‘Who’s that?’ she whispered to her mother. ‘That’s the keeper of the doorway,’ she answered. ‘Where exactly are we?’ Bonnie threw another question impatiently. ‘You’re in the ancestors’ world,’ her grandmother answered.

Bruce says. Anna takes the bottle. "We will return tonight. Fallon, we are always close by if you need us. There is nothing to fear. We need you," the ancestors say in unison. "Why?" I ask. The ancestors pass the bottle between the three of them. "Because without you and your gift, our world will die, and the supernatural will destroy your world," the three say. The rain falls heavy where the ancestors are standing. They disappear into the pouring rain. Thunder and lightning seem to be over us, and then it is gone with the rain.

They told me that if I ever need them again, I just have to use the amulet that my father gave me. “Mei, do you know of a place where I can read manuscripts?” I asked Mei. We were back in my room and I was mulling over the thought of what the old lady told me. She said there were more like me in this world. She even said that she knew I wasn’t from this world. Did she mean that there are others who came from my world, died and were transmigrated to this world? If that were the case, then maybe there are some manuscripts written by those people in the past.

Their sacred resonance was my entire world's orbit, the cosmic masterstroke by which all future epochs would be etched across the firmament. And as my smoldering gaze met the mother's luminous stare, I knew without a shred of uncertainty that by my claw alone, the dawning of a new golden age had begun. An age of genetic ascendancy, of evolutionary supremacy realized at long last. The time of reckoning for this decadent world had arrived. THE HEIR THAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE LOST! MY HEIR... MY PUPS.

“I committed myself to sleep, thinking perhaps that I would find as close to death as I could. For a time, I was happy with just my memories for company….” He narrowed his eyes. “However, recently, I felt my blood here in our world again, and since then, I have felt it growing stronger… Even now, I feel it growing stronger.” “That is wonderful news,” I said. “It is a great thing to have you rule us again.” At the least, I knew under our Blood Ancestor that the war with humanity would not end the way it had before. Perhaps the paths between our worlds would be open again. Our child would be able to travel freely between the two worlds.

Immediately they left, the evil spirit comes out from the boy body bleeding. And the spirit woke the boy up, the spirit told him that his friends betrayed him and because of the sword that was used on him his descendants won't be able to cross to the other worlds and also from today on his body has become spirit, if any of his descendants try to visit the other world.