Jobless Reincarnation Man God Novels & Stories

“But that’s not true. He was never killed. He was… recycled.” Ellie blinked. “Recycled? Like a soda can?” Voss’s lips twitched. “Some guardians are too important to destroy. So the gods forged a cycle. Every time the world neared collapse, the guardian would return. In flesh. In form. In fur.” She gestured toward the beast at Ellie’s side. “That’s him. Not a clone. Not an experiment. The reborn key. The only being strong enough to keep the Chimera locked in Tartarus.”

They killed her after she lived like a dog for her adoptive family and always did as she was told for 15 years. Kara–the adopted daughter of the jones family, one that deals with arts and charity foundations was killed to take the fall for a major scam that was pulled without her knowing a thing about it and on her deathbed. Angrily, she muttered with pain, anger and despair as a tear escaped her eyes "if there's a god somewhere, I regret my life. All I ever did was good, I lived as I was told and this is the end I get? If I'm given another chance, I'd surely live differently...I promise" everything finally went dark as the high pitched tone of the heart rate monitor cut through the pricklin

John stood up from his pathetic laying state, bewildered to find an another God in front of him. " Hi! Little boy, I am Osiris, the God of fertility, agriculture, the afterlife, the dead, resurrection, life, and vegetation, and lord of the dead and rebirth, I saw everything and became cognizant of your prayer to your defeat and intellectual ability, I am very much very agitated to this extent, that I am feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof, about what you can do that is, in fact I have grown a liking towards you, so I have decided to hold a deal with you— I will reincarnate you again, but at one condition — abandon your humanity! Enjoy your life there, become a Demon King, a real one, I will

Both Jake and that guy at the club were an understatement to this man. "Master" Potinus bowed. "You came," The man who sat on the throne said, his long hair softly moving with the wind. "I need something from you dad," "Won't you hug your father?" So that was Lucifer. It was true when they said evil things come in beautiful forms. Take a look at Lucifer. "The supreme God is planning to reincarnate Alocaus." "So? He can do whatever he wants." Lucifer scoffed. "I want to be reincarnated as well," Vakiba stated as a matter of fact.

She just know that she was angry as what her memory told her but she forgot what it means or how that feels. As the man continue to write characters on the floor, her concept of emotions also vanished one by one. She is no longer angry, sad, or happy. She realized it and asked, "what is happening?" The man did not stop but he opened his mouth to answer, "I am preparing for your reincarnation. And to be truly reborn, you will have to forget who you were before. The past you should be left behind and you shall start a new life." Coming to this point, the man stop writing, look at her, and asked, "Now choose, what life do you wish to have?"

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

my eyebrows climb over my forehead. He turns to me with a soft smile “Some believe you to be the mortal reincarnation of our goddess. The physical embodiment of her, how can we not serve you?” I’m already shaking my head, reincarnation? “Let us not even go there, I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this.” I tell the elderly male. “And there has been no power to speak of so you might be wrong” just gut feelings and a couple of really strange occurrences surrounding me but no power.

Instead of throwing it away or keeping it back in his pocket, he forced it into my mouth. "Animal! That's what you are. And you are meant to eat pieces of cotton," I choked on my tears. "Please!" That was the only word I could utter. "Get your ass out and get ready to visit the hospital," He left the room after saying this. How can God be this cruel? First, I was killed by my boyfriend and best friend, and when I thought I had been given a second chance, I was reborn into the body of a woman who was occasionally abused by her husband and his concubine. I didn't wish for this. He should have allowed me to die and rest in peace. Why did he bring me here to suffer more?

Alaric fell to the ground with a groan and his father roared so powerful that the land seemed to rumble, the trees shook and Alaric covered his ears as a reflex action before Eric stopped roaring and reverted back to his human form, the fur disappeared like it had been an illusion and his claws retracted back to his nails. He got his father’s look, his burning red hair and copper crimson eyes made him attractive to most girls but his heart belonged to someone else. "You didn't think this through, did you? Alaric." He asked his son as he came close to him, Alaric reverted back to his complete human form and dusted his clothes. "If I could beat you, don't you think I would be Alpha by now." Al

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."