Jobless Reincarnation Sylphy Novels & Stories

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

He stared at the sylph with wide eyes for a long moment before muttering, “You’re not… human.” “I am far more than that.” “Are you an angel of the Lord?” The sylph let out a faint chuckle. “In your tongue, perhaps,” he said. “But I am no angel of anyone.” Fear flashed in Young Vergilius’s eyes but quickly shifted to curiosity. “What do you want from me?” The sylph crouched, mirroring Present Vergilius’s earlier stance, one arm resting across his knee. “In the distant future, an important battle is coming. I need an army.”

“And now, I offer you a choice. A final one.” “What choice?” “Rebirth,” the Origin whispered. “You can return. But not as who you were. You’ll carry all of us—Elaia, Lior, the knowledge lost in the collapse. You’ll become the Key.” Evryn hesitated. “And if I refuse?” The Origin’s face darkened. “Then Lior’s copy rises. Earth is rewritten in synthetic image. Humanity fades into programmed obedience.” A pause. “No pressure,” the Origin added, smiling sadly.

“Grow? Looks more like you’re choking everything out.” Sylvara’s eyes flickered, her smile gentle but sharp. “Choking? I create. Your nexus is fragile, scarred by sacrifice. I offer eternity—life without loss.” Lucas snorted, his hand on his dagger. “Eternity? That tapestry’s a jungle, lady. No room for us in there.”

There was only one clan capable of distinguishing dimension, stealing energy, and transferring it just as easily. “The Sylvanias, huh!” blurted out the headmaster; another question bugged him, though. How did he survive? The Sylvanias were long extinct. Their great prowess and greed spelled their ends. The moment Berry stand beside the breathless Z, the darkness in his irises melted as ink-like tears trickled down to his cheeks, spreading like a wildfire to his skin until he was covered by darkness, even the white of his eyes were no longer apparent. He put his hands on Z’s forehead, and just like what happened to him, the ink of his tears dripped to Zheira, spreading so fast it took no minu

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

"You've messed up the tapestry. If we hadn't removed you when we did you would have been trapped inside without a chance for escape." "So you ripped me out?" Atropos rushed to the threads and ran her fingers over them. "Where's Holly?" "Juniper has started her next life, her next battle. We helped transfer that tangled web over." Clothos' eyes narrowed. "I expect you to be appreciative of all the work we did. We managed to detach the Sin of Sloth from the tangle, and a few of the others but there are too many souls that got reborn with her."

“Have you ever wondered why SEO has operated for over the centuries under the radar? Because they’re the best. And you’re an agent for what? A year? Don’t blame yourself.” “Why did I come back without memory?” “Amelia, you’re not reincarnated. You’re reborn.” “Aren’t they the same?” “Reincarnation is a rebirth of a soul to another body. In your case—” “I’m still me without memory.” “Yes. Since you’re a part angel, the only way for you to live again is to sacrifice a life.” “You sacrificed someone for me to come back?” I was more horrified. “That’s not right.”