Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Past Life

His words send shivers down my spine. The lane of memories, those crazy moments, deep conversation. Just one night. A few hours. And it felt like a lifetime. As if I was born to that moment, only to live that life and die in his arms to find out I have taken a new birth without him the next morning. It was always like a past life that I never wanted to forget. I keep staring at him with my burning eyes. It feels real. It is real. I say it again and again. Because it hits straight to my soul.

Only smooth skin, unbroken, unscarred. “What... is this?” I whisper. Is this a dream? A hallucination? Or— I swallow hard. I know that in some cultures, people can have past lives and present lives. Am I dreaming, or did I get a second chance? As if to answer my question, memories surge forward, crashing into me like a tidal wave. The sharp, metallic tang of blood fills my mouth. Lisa’s cold smile, her voice laced with venom. “The reason your entire family is dead... was me.”

“Do you really not remember? Have I taught you nothing?” “Remember what?” I hissed, downing another glass. “You don’t pay attention and that is your downfall,” he paused. “As you know, a person’s wolf holds on to past life memories, sharing those memories with their person when needed. I’ve been sending you dreams and hints and you don’t seem to even care to decipher them, or to pay attention! ” “Why not just tell me?” “You know it doesn’t work that way. I could tell you something till I’m blue in the face and, as you've been doing, you will not listen. You need to witness and relive the events that are sent to you. Hence the dreams.”

"Lord Arche, I thought you know that this is supposed to be my third life already." "Oh, I know that," he said casually. "But I don't know what happened during your first and second life. If we didn't meet like this, I wouldn't have memories of your past lives. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Arche in your first life is another version of myself in that world." That sounded like the concept of parallel worlds.

Blake said, talking to Claire’s Soul. “With pleasure, my husband.” Claire’s Soul replied. Soon, many windows were popping up with all of Claire’s memories. All she had to do was watch them, and she would remember herself and her life. Blake left Claire’s conscience and he opened his eyes, looking at the waiting women wanting to know what took place. “All is well, and the chemical wiped out her memory from her brain but not her Soul. So, she is reliving her memories from her Soul now. A sigh came from everyone, knowing that the crisis would pass. Claire had her eyes closed, but the movement was seen as she was looking at her past life that was foreign to her.

Hecate looks at me, chuckles and says, “yes, Emma. This is Mia’s twentieth life and your second one.” I frown and say, “Twenty lives? You’ve gone too far, huh?” She shrugs and says, “It’s not our fault. When a wolf dies, it is asked if he wants to live forever in Artemis’ realm or if it wants to be reincarnated. Mia has come back twenty times.” Mia looks at her and then says, “Can I remember my past lives?” “You can, but you shouldn’t. Actually, we don’t recommend it, because once you remember your past lives, you can’t contact your loved ones from those lives.”

66 He said, "The only real reason you can't is because you were in the wrong place to begin with. This is where you belong. Where you once lived. Time is not only the answer to getting your answers, sometimes you just need to go back to the past... go back to where you truly belong." I sighed, acknowledging the truth in his words. "You're right. If I want to remember, then this place is the perfect setting to harness my memories." The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution.

The erasure of her memories, he mused, might explain her ignorance of this return to the past. ‘Grandfather, was that woman the same as the one we saw earlier?’ a curious voice inquired. The old man nodded, stroking his long beard thoughtfully. ‘What she witnessed was the past. What is unfolding now is also the past.’ Indeed, everything occurring now was rooted in the past, which explained why this woman could see her own image overlapping with someone else’s, as if they were strangers. If her soul had truly detached and emerged from her body in the past, it meant only one thing—soon, she would remember everything that had transpired.

The minutes stretched into an hour as she drifted in and out of sleep, her mind wrestling with flashes of images and half-formed memories that made no sense. She had some strange dreams again. Everything in. the dream was very sharp, but she could not remember anything after she woke up. This was not the first time this happened. It was like a dream but not a dream. It was as if it had really happened before, but it was very distant. It felt very strange. This were same dream that usually occurs in her past life, leaving her restless and when she wakes up every morning, she will have no recollection of the events that took place.