Born An Old Soul Novels & Stories

The Envoy of Oblivion said with another thoughtful hum. - Know that you are not worth much, beyond a specific purpose, your mixed-race soul does not satisfy me. - He said. “I have a soul, don’t I?” I growl. - A corrupted soul. - He said. The throaty laugh of that ancient creature, a creature that came from the world of darkness, in which it showed the power of an ancient creature ran down my spine and caused the fire that engulfed its body to intensify, burning my clothes and singeing my skin.

Xiao Chen was silent and tried to carefully recall the problems experienced by the fifth elder's grandson. Suddenly, Xiao Chen remembered a book that wrote about the fifth elder's grandson's problem. It explained that it was not because the fifth elder's grandson had failed. He succeeded, only that his grandson couldn't wake up because the soul or spirit of the fifth elder's grandson was imperfect. It was possible that while in the Nascent Soul realm, the soul of the fifth elder's disciple had been damaged or poisoned. However, he was able to ascend because of the qi that had been accumulated in his dantian and his soul, which had to evolve into a child's soul when stepping into the immortal

" The animal was little more than a shadow beyond. A hand was raised, and a black fog formed like a snake, coiling and hissing, enveloping my limbs. I screamed as my body was pulled ahead like a rag doll. "According to ancient law, life is due for life." You'll join me at the Court of Shadows." Celina's tear-stained face, and the crackling fire that I would never sit beside again, were the last things I saw before the darkness engulfed me.

The clues were spinning me a history earlier than the mafia. I slipped out of my bedroom and down a narrow corridor that night. I had overheard talk of a servant who was employed in the old chapel. I discovered him in a dim corner near the rear door. "Evening," I whispered. "I have some questions regarding old rituals and rites. May I question you about them?" The eyes of the aged servant widened. "I do not speak of these matters lightly," he said. "But I remember a day when our forebears conducted sacrifices to appease powers greater than our own. They believed that the curse was the work of blood and fire."

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

Trust becoming prison. My han‌d‌s wer⁠e shaking s⁠o bad I co​uld barely turn pa‌g‌es. I’ve found the w‌ay.⁠ Ancient magic. Soul preservation across lifet‍imes. I will die but I w‌ill not en‍d. I wil‌l r⁠eturn. Aga‍in and again. The words​ blur‌red. Un‍til the per‌fect vessel is born.

And so I stayed. Maybe it was the mate bond. Maybe guilt. But my soul refused to leave him. I thought that was it—forever stuck in limbo. Watching. Waiting. Then came the Blood Moon. Its crimson light wrapped around me like silk, igniting something ancient. Something sacred. My soul began to stitch itself back together. And then—I opened my eyes. My hands weren’t ghostly. My skin touched the sheets. I scrambled for my phone. The date. I had been reborn.

Thinking about it now, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. So, I blurted out, "I'm sorry for dragging you down with me in our previous life." He chuckled. "It's fate. Sometimes, you're destined to take the wrong path. But it's never too late as long as you return to the right path in the end. I'm more than happy to be of help to you." He drove me to a restaurant. We had also eaten dinner here in our previous life—but just as the dishes were served, Jared lured us away, tied us up, and pushed us off a cliff.

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…