Fiction Books About Reincarnation Novels & Stories

I shuddered at the word reincarnation. “You…You can reincarnate people?” “Once or twice. And the range depends on my Mana.” I suddenly saw Ricky’s hand sneaking onto Noel’s shoulders, his glancing eyes glinted with a feeling of concern. “But are you sure you want to reincarnate Because you’ll leave everything behind, you know?” He motioned to my living space and my things—my manga and novel, my favorite w******l; everything. I started to ponder. If I were to reincarnate now, I won’t be able to see the ending for the novel “The Evil Villainness is My Lover”, but I’m already at the climax, and I don’t think I’ll stumble upon this opportunity anywhere else anymore.

“‌Going back one hundred and fifty years. Every tw​enty-tw‌o to twe​nty-f​ive year‍s, a woman named Elena​ Winters appears in tha⁠t same town. Lives one full lifetime. Di⁠e​s.‌ T​h​en appears aga‌in.” “That’s impossi​ble.” My voice came‌ o‍ut too hi⁠gh. “People can’‌t⁠ just… that does‍n’t happen.” “It does,” Caelan said. “⁠Reincarnation with full⁠ memory intact.‍ S​he dies, h‌er soul waits for t⁠he rig​ht bloodline to be born, then tra‍nsfe​rs consci⁠ousness in‌to a new bo‌dy.”

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

I still can't wrap my head around how she looks and talks like my Anna, I never thought such would be possible, although I once heard a story of something similar that happened to a werewolf who lost his mate but I never thought it was real or that it would ever happen to me. Staring at the embarrassed blush on her rosy cheeks brought back so many locked-up memories, so many painfully sweet memories, memories I never thought I would ever get to relive again. It's a bittersweet feeling because I don't know if she's truly my reincarnated Anna if at all that bullshit is real. I don't want to hurt her and hurt myself with such hopes but I also can't see myself calling everything bluff and never

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

Which meant that anything I did from here on out was going to be documented. I pressed my lips together and looked down at the book. Well. I couldn’t do anything about Mara tonight. But I could do something about this. I changed into comfortable clothes, got into bed, propped my pillow up against the headboard, and opened the book to the chapter on reincarnation. The writing was dense and old-fashioned, making it a little difficult to follow along at times. I had to reread some spots just to get the meaning out of it.

Is there really anything like reincarnation then? Lucien spoke again, “There is a secret that only those who write books carry around. First, people wrote about something true that happened to them or to someone they know. They even go ahead and call them documentaries. Everyone would believe that, because it’s something they can relate to and something they know is happening even as we speak. But when we read fictional books, we don’t believe they are real because our understanding has been so deprived of things like that. It’s only rare to see someone write about past lives or hear about someone who indeed lived a past life and remembers everything about himself, even as he is now living d

I gaze my whole body at the royal human mirror and spin my body around. What the fuck! What is this cloth? It looks like from ancient time in China! I don't remember wearing this before I d-die.... What the hell... Did I died but got reincarnated right away, but where.... Oh my! Is it in the novel of One thousand Years or Beautiful maniquin or Mi amoré.... I know, okay... I like that way... No twist, no killing... Just intimate moments and Funny moments.... As I continue spinning my body around but still complaining in my mind as what novel did I reincarnated with... A woman figure dash in my room, holding a tray full of medicine....

After completing the deal, she exchanged contact details with the old man and promised to come back when she has more stock. What she didn’t realize was the fact that the old man looked sullen when she left. The old man was reminded of that poor girl called M who died in prison a year ago. Despite her dangerous job, she was really a nice child that just needed some attention and love. The mannerism of the young girl reminded him a lot of her; they behaved in a same way that he almost got fooled. There wasn’t such nonsense as reincarnation or rebirth in this world. As a scientist and doctor, he believed in facts and not myths. He shook his head and returned his attention to the herbs he had j

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."