Jobless Reincarnation Web Novel Novels & Stories

It seemed the wind couldn't kill a fire that was determined to burn. "It's as if someone whispered to you to drink the poison. It's as if someone wanted you dead so you wouldn't become the Luna of the strongest pack in the wolf world," Silas continued. "And that is what I need to investigate, if you will allow me, Saera." I didn't know that someone had tried to kill the owner of this body in my second life. I didn't expect that we were going through the exact same thing. "I would owe you a great debt, Silas. So, I will allow you to find out," I said coldly. I wanted to know who wanted me dead, because I didn't want what happened in my first life to happen again.

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

Ascena held a faraway look in her eyes, as if she was remembering something long ago, a pert sad smile sat on her lips. The name pricked the ears of my wolf, and he began to pace in my head. He knew something but couldn’t say it. Our animal spirits had been around for thousands of years, being reborn into shifter after shifter. When our human side died, our animal spirits would return to the moon goddess and go into a deep sleep, only being awakened when the moon goddess had a new vessel for them.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

, he'd tried laughing but only ended up coughing violently instead. He had ever heard such things like transmigration and systems in novels. When someone dies and then ends up as a character in one of those novels, if they're lucky,they end up as the protagonist and if unlucky - they end up as the doomed antagonist. Each having to fulfill multiple tasks and win over the love interests. So cringe!!. [It's indeed as the host have said. But i am a different kind of system.] Alan rolled his eyes, totally not believing anything this system had to say. He was only interested in ending his miserable life and continue on to the reincarnation cycle, not getting stuck in some random novel plot.

I looked around and realized that I was in my familiar high school classroom! I was reborn! … I was a random sidekick in a tragic teen novel and the best friend of the female lead, Tinsley Wood. When she learned to smoke, I saved up my allowance just to buy her cigarettes, only to get yelled at by Asher Kane, the male lead, who was all entangled with her. He pointed in my face and screamed that I'd led her astray. When Tinsley's grades tanked, I stopped studying just to keep her company, so I ended up at a vocational school when my average grades would have earned me a better choice.

“Your name is Lancelot Ral Constance, sire. You are the head of the Constance household and the Baron of the town of Isaia.” His explanation is brief and easy to understand, which what instills terror inside me. I brushed my hair and laughed at myself. This is a joke, really, I never have thought that I’m getting reincarnated like this myself. If I’m correct, the world I am in right now is from a novel titled ‘Love of The Life’, a w******l about Cecilia Istvan, the MC(Main Character) who came from the countryside and fell in love with the second prince of the country yada yada all those cliche settings of a historical w******l that you can think of. Yet, here I am, reborn as Avery Ila Ronan’

I had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in my head, but now that it was here, the words felt like shards in my throat. “I’m not… who you think I am,” I began slowly. “Or rather, I am, but I’ve… lived this life before.” His brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. “I died once,” I said, the words heavier than I expected. “And I was given… another chance. A rebirth. Same body. Same world. But a different path. That’s why I know things I shouldn’t. That’s why I make choices that don’t make sense to you.”

The seductive aura wrapped around me like armor. As the final pieces of Seraphina’s memories settled into place, I felt complete. This was my beginning. The rejected, murdered Elara was dead. Seraphina Voss , reborn avenger , had risen and the Blackthorn empire would never be the same.

I also recall wandering through towns where people cursed the heavens and pleaded for mercy, and where laughter was a myth. Under her rule, the kingdom that once glimmered with gold became a wasteland of ash and sorrow. I recall her soldiers marching through villages, taking firstborn sons as offerings for her so-called “protection.” I remember mothers clutching lifeless babies, their tears mixing with the dust of the streets. I remember trying to save them—at least once, but I failed. And it led to my death. In one life, I was hanged as a traitor, in another, I was hunted through the woods and burned alive. In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike