Books On Past Life Regression Novels & Stories

I pull the stool next to her and sit down making us about the same height. “Sounds delicious, Baby. So, spill. What have you been learning about?" I ask. I put my elbow on the counter and rest my chin in my hand. Kas tells me how the coven has leveraged her abilities and taught her how to use meditation and past life regression to help her get in touch with the significant experiences of her spirit's previous lives, good and bad. She's aware of the experiences, but she doesn't have an emotional connection to them. She explains it like remembering scenes from a television show or movie.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

“But I am here for you today. To help you go back inside your former life safely.” “Like meditate or something?” “Partially. It’s past life regression. You can extract information you’ve forgotten.” “Is that even possible?” “I believe so. I’ve helped many.” “Wait, there’s more than me that this has happened to? Like others who’ve been reborn.” “I believe we are all reborn. We get many chances. We just don’t realize that at the time.” Harper smiles and I feel instantly calm. “Okay, wow.” “So would you like to try now?”

“We’re going to be holed up here for a bit. If you’d like to explore this further, we can do that. I know people.” “That might be a fun distraction from the more troubling realities of the day.” She paused, a plan percolating in her head. “I know people, too. I’d like to call my spiritual healer, Monica Rainchild. She’s been a savior to me over the past couple of years, like you are now. She’s very knowledgeable about past life regression. Huh, imagine that. All jokes aside, I may have lived many lifetimes. How cool would that be? Hmm….”

<< “How did you do that? Why did you do that? What’s memory recall?” “We needed to speak and didn’t want them to interfere with this. Now memory recall is for people who are reborn, whether one or multiple lives, it is where they recall their previous memories from their past lives. Sometimes those previous memories can impact your new life or the person you are now. It’s very important for you to draw a line and remember who you are and that that person lived and died. They no longer exist today, and you need to file that life away.” Crispin explained.

I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all. When my soul hovered above my lifeless body, I saw someone I never expected. It was Andrew. He came running toward my corpse, tears streaming down his face, begging the doctors to save me. But my head was nearly shattered, so how could they possibly bring me back? My soul screamed madly at him, wanting him to stay away from my body as the very sight of him disgusted me. If I could, I would have slapped him silly. But I was powerless. What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn.

She was too far in now. So I just stayed quiet. Kept close. I didn’t know much about this Rellis. But I knew Malrec — the way he smiled like he didn’t need to lift a blade to get blood on his hands. If he was working with someone from Xenia’s bloodline… this wasn’t about territory anymore. It was about legacy. And legacy always gets people killed. XENIA’S POV That night I couldn’t sleep. Again. I kept hearing things — not actual sounds, just echoes. Half-formed thoughts from my old life, conversations I’d almost forgotten. An elder telling me once that the gift of foresight runs sideways — never forward, never clean. Like memory flipped inside out.

My wolf replied. I shook off the "what-ifs" that held me back and turned back to the towering oak shelves. My fingers traced the spines of leather-bound books, all of them layered in dust that made my nose itch. "Focus," I muttered to myself. "One monster at a time." I immediately admonished myself. I continued to look until I found the books my dad had recommended. I pulled the four heavy volumes from the shelves. The History of Shadow Entities, The Blood Rites of the Unseen, The Search for Shadows and one volume of Pack Lore and Ancient Threats. I carried them to a secluded corner of the library. The dust felt suffocating, but I wouldn't let anything stop me.

I could hear a few voices, “Is that a red moon awakening?” “Woah, never thought I’d witness this in this life” Inside me, I could feel something wake up. The light snapped back into me. I was still kneeling but I was no longer where I was a few minutes ago. My hands shook with power I didn’t understand. And then, it dawned on me. I finally got my awakening I finally met my wolf. Why now? After so many years.

sabay taas ng kilay ni Analeigh sakaniya. “Reincarnation? Totoo ba yun?” natanong niya kaagad. “Oo naman, ba't hindi? Based sa mga nababasa ko noon.. by the use of Hypnotism eh kaya nilang mag-Past life regression. Which means.. makikita nila ang past life nila. At kung may past life silang nakikita edi ibig sabihin nun eh may Reincarnation talaga..” sagot naman ni Carla sakaniya.