Fiction Books About Reincarnation Novels & Stories

Lina subconsciously took the medicine bowl and was about to drink it, but the strong and bitter taste of the herbal medicine made her think of something. Isn not she... dead? Is she reincarnated? "Don't think to play tricks, I have a way to make you drink." Dyan's brows furrowed, he grabbed the little girl's chin, forcing her to face herself, "Stop doing pointless fighting." She seems to have heard this. In her previous life, Lina scolded everyone by throwing a bowl in another way. But she suddenly realizes that Dyan is just an outer knife and a loyal heart. Compared to Mina and the others, Dyan really loves her.

It was not only coming from the pillow and blanket but the room was filled with it. I flung my eyes open when the memory of entering the portal flashed in my mind. As far as I remember, I lost consciousness when I entered the portal. Sitting upright in a matter of seconds, I found myself on a bed with blankets and sheets of dark color. There were things around that I found unfamiliar as they never existed back in Oliviland. Plus, there was a shelf on the side filled with books but I could not read them because they were written in different writing.

My body is as light as a feather as I went on my way and danced in front of everyone and the royal family. The King and the townsfolk applauded after we danced for them. I could also see the prince from afar. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity as well. He has golden hair and deep blue eyes, certainly fitting a royal member and a common protagonist of cliche novels I've read. "Haaa...this is making me crazy. I'm really one of that reincarnated characters into some kind of isekai genre"

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

She wasted hours on the screen, trying to find something that made sense. She came across articles and stories about rebirth and reincarnation. In one forum, she read a mother sharing her experience, “My three-year-old child starts having nightmares about being an airplane pilot during World War Two and shot down in his Corsair over Okinawa. He remembers details about the incident that no one could know.” What she read made her skin crawl. Charlotte was familiar with reincarnation and the like - people experiencing past lives. That was one theory that was, at least, believed in some religions. She gasped and speculated, “Have I - have I been reborn?”

Of course that surprised me, in fact I had time to rethink, is this really in heaven? "Mmm, what magic did you use? As far as I know, interpretation magic can't explain a person's name." Lia thought hard because as far as she knew there was no magic like this. "How did I know, it just appeared!" I answered in a rather high tone because I felt strange. What are the chances of me being reincarnated in the magic world? Then what is the cause? Am I dead? Although there is a memory of my life, but the memory of the last time is still blurry.

He looked at the refugee camp around them, the collapsed region, the grey soil and the people who had nowhere else to go. He thought about a novel he had read in a previous life, about a villain's son who died in Chapter 3, about a final boss who disappeared into narrative gaps. He thought about what truth actually meant when you were explaining reincarnation to an ancient entity who had been alive long enough to find the concept plausible.

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

I was going to Nodith. *** Nodith Maisy The morning sun illuminated the panes and rays of sunshine cascaded around my body making the chills warm enough. I wasn't able to sleep all night, Not with the thought that everything going on right now was unbelievable. I didn't even know if what I saw was real. I've heard stories with supernatural elements in them but never had I thought I would be intertwined in such. Reincarnation was real? It was unbelievable but my past self was trying to make me remember something If that was even what was going on.

The clan servants in charge of him were astonished by his intelligence and hard work, but no one suspected his condition as someone who has reincarnated, all the servants thought he was a clever child who lacked love and eventually he was buried in the world of his books to avoid feeling lonely. Even though he had some fragments of memories, they couldn't influence Golden to the point of becoming his previous life's extension like famous people with memories of their past lives that appeared on the books Golden had read. Golden was only Golden, he couldn't be considered a dead man in the body of a kid, so even if Golden was more mature and hardworking than other kids, he was still a kid, and