Jobless Reincarnation Lord Philip Novels & Stories

Zane questions Lucia. "There used to be 8 other people who assisted the reincarnated hero. But they were either killed or deserted the hero as the war against the Demon Lord continues to kill and destroy lives," Lucia explained. "It was told in a myth that every 100 years, the Demon Lord would resurrect and try to destroy the world." Lucia further added. "That means the Demon Lord got stronger as time progresses, If that's the case," Zane hypothesized. "You're correct," Lucia bluntly confirmed.

"Phineas! You know the rules!" Growled another portrait to the one now identified as Phineas. 'Now that was information.' Thought Headmaster Dumbledore. Observing the portrait of Headmaster Black, that just gave the other portrait that reprimanded him a shrug of his shoulders and went back to sit straight in his painted chair, not saying anything more. "Headmaster Black, please answer, who is the Lord that is coming?"

"You took the life of the one who could have saved you from yourself. You have doomed yourself to a life of loneliness and rage." Lord Zack snarled and lunged at the seers, but they raised their hands and chanted a spell. A barrier of light surrounded them, blocking his attack. He clawed and bit at the barrier, but it did not budge. "Your end is close, Lord Zack," he continued. "The prophecy will be fulfilled. You cannot stop it.” “But I thought Philip was dead!,” he said, convinced that he had killed him. “I sent the men, and they returned, bearing his robe. How can this be?,” he questioned, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The sound was mournful, like a bell tolling across a foggy harbor. Task Thirty-Six: The Retirement. Philip has performed a ‘Reverse Audit.’ He has bought Cian’s freedom by selling his own identity. He is no longer Philip the Auditor; he is now the Shop’s ‘Silent Partner’ within the North. To keep him from turning into a Grey-Walker, you must bind him to the Thorne estate with a chain of Silver Thread. I looked at Philip’s silver eyes. He wasn't seeing us anymore. He was seeing the Shop. He was seeing the infinite shelves, the jars of breath, and the Archivist’s mocking smile. He was halfway between our world and the Void.

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you know how long we have been working on this? But it took you less than two days to crack it. What kind of a brain do you have?" "I don't know," I chuckled lightly. "There is only one person who would have been able to pull this up, and that person is Princess Ashina. Unfortunately, the lovely princess is dead but I guess we have her reincarnated here." Damon tapped me lightly on the shoulder. Well, her reincarnation is indeed here, literally. "I hope I will not get into trouble because of this?" I asked him. "What do you mean? Why should you be in trouble for being a brain box?"

He was lounging in his seat with an air of royalty while addressing the trio gathered before his mini-assembly. "The sorceress was the one who recommended her," Drac said casting a side glance at Zipporah. Waylon's gaze shifted to Zipporah "Yes, it was you who brought her. You assured me of her outstanding abilities and skill set." Zipporah shrugged "She was indeed a clever, slippery, and resourceful hireling. It's a shame she could not complete her mission." "But Lamias are said to be formidable and fearsome. Howbeit, that my nephew could dispose of her that easily?" Waylon wondered aloud.

" I chose the same moment three years later to draw the reversed version. Then, I soaked that rare black bellflower I had spent forever tracking down with her blood. That was what flipped everything. I lifted the rug by the door, pulled out the blood-soaked black petals, and forced them into Sally's mouth. "You'll pay for what you've done." As for Francis, he had helped her do too many things that crossed the line. The moment Sally died, he stopped breathing, too. The next morning, I listed the house on a resale site. After that, I took my luggage and left. Behind me was an empty house. Their bodies had vanished along with the bellflower petals. It was like they had never existed at all.

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

“Darkson will come for you. Not tomorrow—but soon, and you lead him to me?.” She clenched her fists. “Let him come.” Draven’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Careful, Jordan. Confidence without control gets people killed.” With that, he lay down, facing the opposite wall. Philipa stared at the ceiling, her body aching, her mind racing. She had escaped her pack. She had entered a deadly academy. She had caught the attention of dangerous Alphas there. And now…There was no turning back.