I Was Reincarnated Novels & Stories

I needed to keep my true identity hidden no matter what. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had heard stories of people reincarnating before but never believed them to be true. But now I was actually living the proof that I needed. It all felt like a dream to me. I could feel tears building in my eyes as I remembered my parents. It was settling in that I was never going to see them again. They were gone. They were gone forever. I knew that I had been given a rare gift from the Moon goddess. So many people died that day but I was the one chosen to come back to life. I could not wrap my head around why.

Liam was hesitant, our eyes met and slowly, he also bowed. “Your speech.” The elder who had crowned me said. At that moment, my whole life flashed before my eyes, how it all started. The horrible things I passed through as a lowlife in Liam’s awful hands, my death, my reincarnation, and my ascension to the highest level of power.

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

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....

"This isn't an illusion. It's reincarnation." Holding his hand, she tightened her grip slightly and explained to him patiently, word by word, her voice soft but clear, piercing the fog of time and untying the doubts in his heart: "In the calamity at Ethereal Lumin Hold, you protected the sect, and your soul was gravely damaged. But you fell into reincarnation, carrying the memories of your previous life—reincarnation and rebirth."

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

I opened my eyes a moment after disintegrating within the abyss… or so it should have been… I was supposed to get reincarnated as a newborn baby fresh and clean… but why in the world am I in the body of a 16 years old young woman?! You would think I am pissed off because I am already a grown up, right? Well, that’s not everything, truth to be told and things have to be clear!

I gasped in terror. “You’re kidding me, right?!” My cries sounded like a behemoth wanting to destroy the world. I weeped in agony, shrinking myself at the corner of the cave. While weeping for a few minutes, I’m actually a little bit glad that I susseccfully reincarnated and didn’t die a useless death. To be honest, I was scared of wanting to jump to the train track while the train is coming through. The reason as to why I did that was easy. I, want to reincarnate, but can I just disappear like that when I have people who cherished me? Of course not, right?

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.