Books On Past Life Regression Novels & Stories

I could feel his eyes bore into me and his anger and fear burned their way down the bond. "I won't let you-" Erik started. "It's not your choice to make," I said, cutting him off. Standing up, I grabbed the book before Erik could stop me. The book lit up as soon as my fingers made contact. Electricity filled me as the book hummed in satisfaction. "What is it you wish to see? The past is full of history. The present is full of uncertainty, and the future holds great mysteries. Speak my name, my sweet child, open me, let me show you what is to come." Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

I stared blankly at the bookshelf in front of me. No. Absolutely not. I shoved the thought away immediately. I am not going to think about him. Especially not after the way my pulse had reacted earlier when Derek looked at me in the training grounds. And definitely not after Fiona’s teasing. Nope. I walked over to a shelf in search of a book, trying to divert my attention from dangerous thoughts. The shelves here seemed older than the others, filled with history texts, magical records, and strange psychological studies. One title immediately caught my attention. Childhood Memory Loss and Magical Trauma. My fingers stilled on the spine and slowly, I pulled the book free. A strange heaviness s

He said, "I love you." He remained awake, just thinking about what Charlotte had told him. Liam silently thought, 'I want to remember too. I want to know how I lived in that past that Charlotte spoke of, but how?' Since he was already awake, he used his time to research through the internet. He softly read what he found, "If we remembered our past lives, it would be difficult to concentrate on our current life, so we don't necessarily remember anything upon rebirth. The exception might be people who died traumatic deaths in past lives and reincarnated or reborn immediately without crossing over into the spirit world, so they are not veiled and remember their past life with all the details."

“It’s two in the morning. You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?” Two in the morning was the exact time the forensic report said Old Master Grant passed away in my previous life. “Evelyn, do you honestly believe you can stand against me, dragging a crippled Wesley, without the Lane family backing you?”

"How is that even possible? You must hit your head or something to return to the past." "I guess Ares kissing her had triggered her childhood before the abduction," I look over my shoulder to see Jo sleeping peacefully. Dr. Warner gave me another sedative just in case Jo had her episodes again. But this seems different. "I will have to contact Warner tomorrow, and probably he will give us some answers as to why Jo is five again."

She is an oversharer, and she is one of the many reasons I decided to stay away from the library for a few days because I did not want to add more stress to myself when I had a mission. Thankfully, the library was rowdy when I got in; no one would even notice I got in, but then they had cameras everywhere. I casually moved toward the third row and noticed a blind spot at the far end of the row. I used my hand to look for the book on the shelf and went to sit down. It was a book on reincarnation and rebirth. It is said that reincarnation with wolves happens when a wolf's soul is placed by the moon goddess into another body because the person has not yet completed the work they were born for,

Holding a jar of royal jelly, my housekeeper, Mirabelle Cruz, seemed surprised. "Mrs. Pembroke, this is supposed to keep you young and beautiful. I'm too old to benefit from it. You should have it instead." Then, she offered me the jar again. Her hopeful look sent a chill through me. In my previous life, the moment I ate that royal jelly, I started to feel weak. No matter how much care I put into myself after that, all the benefits seemed to go to Mirabelle instead. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it.

"Do you have documentation that the design predates your employment?" Did I? Did I have documentation? All I had were my sketchbooks, paper and my words. I thought about the sketchbooks. Years of them. The progressions of the articulated feather technique going back to when I was still in college, long before I had ever set foot in the Hagreeves building. The dated pages. The early rough versions of the phoenix concept sitting in a book that had a coffee stain on the cover from 2019 that I was suddenly extremely grateful for.