Metempsychosis Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 15 He put her body inside the box and locked it with tape. Steph just stared at the guy in front of her who was busy keeping his victim's corpse. Poor Jane she had to die so early. He told her that everything would be back to normal. Soon Jane would reborn and back to being alive again but not in her human body. She's now part of the vampire community and she would help by looking at her prey every night as food or else she would die and be buried on a muddy road forever. We called it a human graveyard.

"Metempsychosis. The mystical transference of a soul from one body to another body, or the bringing back of a soul that has already left to the land of the dead." The moment the word left her lips, both Erezhul and Vyrelen went completely still. They both knew exactly what that word meant. "No," Vyrelen said immediately, moving to stand in front of Erezhul. "Absolutely not. You cannot be considering this master." "Step aside, Vyrelen," Erezhul said quietly. "I will not step aside," Vyrelen replied firmly. "Listen to me. You should not do this ritual. You should not even think about going through with something as dangerous and unpredictable as metempsychosis. It is incredibly risky and could

--------- Underworld Tore POV I feel strange like I smelled a dreadful odor from somewhere. I called Sabina, my new lady Damah. " Why you called me my Lord?" She put on her knees in front of me. We're immortal so even years passed by, our face never gets old. We stay the same as ever. " Did you smelled something strange?" I asked Damah about it and she noticed the bad odor too. " Yes, since this morning the odor spreads and even Cerberus sniffs it too!" She mumbled. Cerberus is the checker of the underworld of the dead souls who were passing on the river Styx if this soul will go to the easy test or the hard test. This will determine whether they reincarnated into an animal or plants.

“We not only promote our books at these shows, but the author as well. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to help coordinate your book signing.” “Janet is a pro. You’re in excellent hands. I have to check on our other booths. See you both later. Good luck!” Anna started walking down the Science and Religion aisle when she noticed two exhibits of books and promotional material that were set up beneath a banner which read Reincarnation. Anna felt an icy shiver crawl up her spine as she scanned the books and materials that were on display. She picked up a copy of the first book; Born Again: Reincarnation Cases Involving Evidence of Past Lives by Walter Semkiw, MD. His bio read he was the President Board

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.

The Book of Curse, with its foreboding aura, seemed to cast a spectral presence in the recesses of her mind. The old journal, now placed on the nightstand, carried the weight of its uncanny resemblance to the haunting images from her nightmares. Jette closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would offer respite from the disquieting thoughts that lingered. As the night unfolded, the boundary between dreams and reality blurred, and the Book of Echoes became a silent witness to the mysterious interplay between past, present, and the uncharted realms of the subconscious—a harbinger of a narrative that transcended the tangible pages of a journal and ventured into the intangible realms of the unknown.

"Read the last caption." "It is the opinion of this Observer that all these creatures are from the metaphysical realm. They are both similar and dissimilar from their natural-born counterparts. This Observer has been unable to procure a living sample of any subject found within these pages. All obtained subjects were frozen in mid-shift: part man/part beast. Until living subjects can be located, all further study would be speculative instead of concrete. This Observer is uninterested in speculative discovery," Kiema read it aloud. "Was this the last entry in the book?" she asked.

Which meant that anything I did from here on out was going to be documented. I pressed my lips together and looked down at the book. Well. I couldn’t do anything about Mara tonight. But I could do something about this. I changed into comfortable clothes, got into bed, propped my pillow up against the headboard, and opened the book to the chapter on reincarnation. The writing was dense and old-fashioned, making it a little difficult to follow along at times. I had to reread some spots just to get the meaning out of it.

CHAPTER ELEVEN The Eucharist There was blood in the Thames. I stared out at the river’s crimson waves as Salem and I rode to Buckingham Palace several hours after our visit to Le Boudoir des Ténèbres. “Sloppy work if you ask me,” said Salem. “I’m not even sure it was intentional. All the newlydeads want to become ritualists, but they certainly don’t all have the predisposition.” “It’s only been a week,” I said quietly. “Only a week, and already the Thames is red . . . ”

Back then, I never thought I could have a happy ending like this after the endless betrayal and despair I experienced. "What happened next? Did Dad save Mom?" my daughter asked eagerly while tugging at the hem of my dress. I smiled at Keith. "Well, after that, we had the three little troublemakers in front of us." The night breeze carried the scent of cedar and mint. Later, I learned that Leah's wolf spirit had always been incomplete. Her rebirth was never a blessing from the Moon Goddess. It was a punishment to make her die again. Only this time, she would be fully aware of it.