Laplace Jobless Reincarnation Novels & Stories

It was uncanny, close enough to human, far enough from Aiden to unsettle him. He reached out and touched the glass. “Who are you?” he whispered. “Wow,” came Justin’s voice from the doorway. Aiden turned sharply. Justin walked in, holding a bouquet of white lilies. “Congratulations,” Justin said softly. “You have just been reborn.” Aiden’s gaze hardened. “It doesn’t feel like rebirth.” Justin set the flowers down and studied him carefully. “You have to focus on your healing for at least another week. I’ve arranged new documents, a background story, work history, Everything you will need to get a job working for them.”

Elias shouted her name. Julius turned sharply. Lucinda screamed. Sheraphina froze — But something strange happened. Before Riker can pull the trigger— A second shadowy force enters the warehouse. Not Vale. Not Trent. Not Marcellus. Another family. A fourth power. One long forgotten. One long whispered about. The Adrastus Family. Their symbol glinted on the man’s lapel as he stepped between Sheraphina and the bullet’s path. He raises a gloved hand.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

The pretty face staring back at me was not mine. I almost crawled out of my skin. It was at that moment the memories began to come. Stacy walked out of my room after poisoning me, a young lady taking wheezy breaths on her bed, which were her last. The dress I had on was what she was wearing. It all made sense to me now, I had reincarnated in another's body. And not only do I have to deal with that, I have been sold off to Gizmo. Could my life get any better?

I say as I brace myself for her reaction. She shoots up in the bed. I feel her shock at what I just revealed. What?!?! How is that possible you are my wolf, and I am not Lily? Wait does that mean our mate will be Jacob? Will I have to watch him die? “No, our mate isn’t Jacob. You will not have to suffer like Lily did. The Moon Goddess sometimes reincarnates certain wolves that come back in time of needs. They are only handful of us that Moon Goddess has especially chosen.” I tell her trying to get her to relax.

Valerius’s eyes turned into two bleeding cracks of crimson starlight as he vanished into the static. "The Nineteenth Cycle didn't end with a wolf, Darlene. It ended with a Reflection, and the one who just Woke up in the One-Hundred-and-Forty-Seventh Layer is Jackson—not the boy you knew, but the God of the West he was always meant to be." I looked at Eryx, my heart stopping as I realized the final, staggering betrayal: the Loom wasn't a machine built by a god—it was a manifestation of my own "Too Much" energy, turned against me by a future version of myself who had already lost the war.

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

I just laid on the sofa in the library while Alex and Adriana walked around, looking through rows upon rows of books. Something just didn't sit right with me but I was yet to find out what it was. Adriana walked to the sofa I was lying on, book in hand and sat beside me before she began to read out loud. 'Reincarnation is a process signifying the reappearance and rebirth of a person. Though it happens sometimes, this process is not common. Usually when it happens, the incarnate has a mission to fulfill. Though doubted, the incarnate rarely has memories of his previous life. It is sometimes said that the incarnate will keep being born, dying and coming back, consistently repeating the process

“Rebirth? Impossible.” Shock. Disbelief. Then anger. “Yes,” I said, my voice steady but filled with quiet power. “I am Lyra Draven reborn through Mia’s body. When Mia’s despair drove her to take her own life, the Moon Goddess heard the cry of two lost souls. She did not see sin in our suffering… she saw purpose. So she bound my dying spirit — Lyra’s soul to Mia’s fading heart, giving us both a second chance. Her death became my rebirth.”

His voice dropped to a whisper so thin it barely touched the air. “They lied to you, Silas.” My stomach dropped. “The second chance in life they promised?” he continued. “It’s not a return. You don’t go back to your real world. You become a worker for the system.” “Worker,” I repeated. “You were either going to be processed into a guard like me, barely any free will, brain fog, constant directives or assigned to kitchen duty. The ones who prepare meals.” I blinked. “So basically… reincarnation as a corporate slave.”