Mitsuri Reincarnation Novels & Stories

“You?” “Yes,” Sheetal said. “I was once mortal — a warrior who died in the Queen’s name. In her mercy, she gave me new life, a form bound to wolf and spirit. I became her guardian — the first Honshu. She gave me one task: to wait for the god’s return.” Mira’s voice was small. “Why?” “Because Rizakeal’s fall was not his end. His essence was scattered — half buried in the Hollow, half drifting through mortal bloodlines. One day, those halves would find each other again. And when they did, the door between realms would open.”

And I understand her. "Let's talk in a different place, where these creatures are not here. Let's go somewhere where we could be alone. Don't put these innocent lives at the edge of death. They didn't deserve it." Kagome started to cry. "I don't understand. I remember clearly, that I embedded my bead and fox marble in your dead body before I disappeared. You were the very reason why I got stuck inside my sister's stomach, where her twins were made. But here you are, presenting yourself to me as a complete ghost. This is not what I imagine. You are supposed to be that young man, Hiro, reincarnation. So how come?!"

I ground my teeth together. “Just speak, Modred.” He sighed. “Legend believes that there is a way to bring a soul back when it has reincarnated into a different vessel…” He hesitated. “…and that is to manipulate it, my prince.” I frowned, tilting my head. “Manipulate it? What do you mean, Modred? Speak clearly.” He swallowed. “A soul reincarnates to have a different experience from the one it had in its previous life… especially during the end of that life.”

"What you don't understand is reincarnation takes place when there are unresolved feelings and conflicts in the past or simply because the moon goddess wills it. For this to take place, every important character in the past has to come back to take their place." "Speed up the process." I ordered. "I want to know." Without another word, he nodded and took my hand in his. I stood still so I wouldn't disrupt his flow. When he dropped my hand, he began to speak. This went on for a while, and we all watched as he mumbled something to himself. My head throbbed, but nothing happened. "I knew it." He said when he was fully back to himself. "Knew what?"

I exhaled and kept mute for two seconds before it finally occurred to me. “Of course, he mentioned some crazy ritual to be carried out by the pack, he said it’s the ritual of acceptance,” “Fuck!” She exclaimed. “What? What does that mean?” “Ashley, that’s a big problem and I was thinking they’ve ruled it off. Normally they carry out this ritual three days after someone who’s dead comes back to life. It’s a ritual carried out to reveal the secret things and spirits linked to the person,” “What the hell,” I responded, my hands half way between my stomach and neck.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

I wonder how many of us had she met for her to be so comfortable believing my stories. “From all the stories I’ve heard, I’ve come up with a theory as to why we came here in the first place. I believe that when we die in our world, we die at the same time the person in this world dies. It’s possible that their soul is in our body, in our world but there are no guarantees if that is true. It’s certainly possible.” She said. I agree; if our souls found their way here then their souls could find their way back to our old bodies too. There’s certainly no proof for it but I’d like to believe that is how it happens. If that were the case then maybe Himawari is living a better life in my body than

asked the man. "Ah, yes, sorry." Tiara looked embarrassed at being looked at too closely like that by a man who was none other than Rail. He had been waiting for Ardina, now, she named is Tiara, to grow up. Unfortunately, Tiara lost her memory. And that is the process of reincarnation that every reborn soul has to go through. "I'm fine!" She dodged the pain in her ankle, standing as best she could. But the pain made her wince in pain.

' She thought as she stared at the woman in front of the priest dressed in an unfamiliar clothing. Then the scene shifts, and she sees the same woman she was watching at earlier sitting in front of her, quietly crying, “I know he has a mistress, and it just so happens that the mistress becomes pregnant before me... I've also heard that he plans to elevate his slave mistress to the position of empress of Quephochy in order to give birth to the child she carries in her womb... That's why he divorced me solely for the sake of his low mistress...” the woman paused wiping off her tears before continuing “Please help me in my retribution, Zhilux,” the tearful lady said, gripping both of her fists.

After completing the deal, she exchanged contact details with the old man and promised to come back when she has more stock. What she didn’t realize was the fact that the old man looked sullen when she left. The old man was reminded of that poor girl called M who died in prison a year ago. Despite her dangerous job, she was really a nice child that just needed some attention and love. The mannerism of the young girl reminded him a lot of her; they behaved in a same way that he almost got fooled. There wasn’t such nonsense as reincarnation or rebirth in this world. As a scientist and doctor, he believed in facts and not myths. He shook his head and returned his attention to the herbs he had j