Manga Reinkarnasi Novels & Stories

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

“You do not possess an iota of bravery or courage like he does.” “Right….” he rolled his eyes, walking past the painting of the man who looked too much like him in stiffy aristocratic clothes, raising his claws high with a proud smile on his face. He looked very savage, a look Marvis did not appreciate, especially with the several stereotypes surrounding his people. “I thought it was only Werephoenixes that could reincarnate.” “Wow, it must not be a brain that is in your head. Of course everyone can reincarnate. Werephoenixes cannot reincarnate because they cannot die. It’s more like recycling, forfeiting an old body for a better one.”

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.

thought by the lecturer—Agam alias Kim Dae Jung. Felix wrinkled his forehead again until he rolled his eyes as if he couldn't believe it. "I really don't understand what you're say," Felix grumbled, frowning. "Wait! You mean, Bellona who was reincarnated by the woman the gumiho loved from inside Nevan's body, right?” Felix struck a conclusion he almost understood. The lecturer nodded clearly that he said what he wanted to guess. “Yes, that is absolutely true!” the lecturer said.

Gwen replied. “Wait what? Absorbing what now?" “There's a legend called The White Wolf And Three Mates. It happens once every ten thousand years. A special wolf is born, by special, I mean having other abilities aside from those of a wolf. This wolf is always destined for greatness, and to achieve that, he or she needs the power of their mates," Gwen paused to check if Cruella was following, but she seemed lost. “So you're saying I'm part of a legacy now? How interesting is that? And yet I got banished out of the very world I'm destined to save." Cruella stated with a scowl on her face.

His eyes angrily scanned his environment with confusion. He remembered nothing. But one thing kept echoing in his head. Kill the Ginnak.95The name didn't ring any bells so he opened it to see if it was of any use. As he read through it, his eyes broadened. It was a forbidden book. It says Breakers soul could be tangled together with a soul called Ginnak. By this, the person's body will be reborn when the Ginnak soul penetrates the body. By this, the person becomes a living person.

In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality. Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead. After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what. The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me. I had already been forged in fire. The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it. This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it." After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face. As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.

Mary, you know, in our previous life, I waited until my dying day and never saw that bracelet! Because the moment Scarlett laid eyes on it, she had demanded it for herself. I sighed softly and placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Don't dwell on it. It's all in the past. Do you have the passbook?" "Of course I do! This time, if they think they can spend my money, they're dreaming." Rachel looped her arm through mine. Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky.