My Blasted Reincarnated Life Novels & Stories

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

"I must have done one good thing in one of my previous lives for the moon goddess to bless my current life with you" I am a Lycan cursed with the inability to die. In my very first life, I was only six when a witch that was hired by my stepmother cursed me: 'I will keep reincarnating until the moon is no more'. And even if I try killing myself, I will still reincarnate. With that curse, I have lived 99% of my lifespan on the battlefield, my hands stained with the blood of thousands of innocent people I had slaughtered.

It was very ticklish, I couldn’t suppress my giggle. “Well. First off I would want to know if anybody in our past lives got reincarnated too,” I said while jumping over a fallen log. “But what is there? We loved each other in our past lives and have been finding each other. We should do that again.” I was merely speculating, there had to be more to this story, especially when you considered Elias and what he had done to the both of us. Also more mysterious was how this reincarnation cycle had started. I had never heard of such feats of magic.

He was even more intrigued when he learned that I could ride, something I knew his son and grandson didn't do because of their fear of horses. Of course, I rode like his father, according to him, and I was beginning to think that Sal may have regressed into some psychotic drama in which I was his long-gone father returned. Ah yes, reincarnazione. He did use that word the first time we met. It's time to play up that angle to my advantage.

He was as yet stuck at the pinnacle of the Iron position. How he had lamented his choice in those days. For reasons unknown obscure to even him, he chose to utilize Ki-refining standards he recollected from his past life to develop his Battle Force. One zeroed in on the meridians pathways while the other zeroed in on the blood stream. One prepared the interior pieces of the body while the other prepared the outside. They were much the same as oil and water! His cerebrum more likely than not confined up for him to try and choose to do that! Eventually, even with the fashionable Blazing Battle Force procedure passed somewhere around his family all through ages, he wound up at an impasse and ha

He said. “You know what? You and Beltran are the same, always there for his partner. So I was really hurt when he died.” He closed his eyes and the event played in his mind numerous times, how Beltran passed away in a blink of an eye. He dared to speak because he knew no one would hear him. He has no one to talk to ‘coz he couldn’t just let anyone know where he came from. It sounds stupid but what he could do? It happened to him. He reincarnated two years back and lives in his rival’s body.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

The same way he would have in the original future — except this time I had pushed him there with my own hands. I put the phone down and lay back against the pillows. There was no pain in my chest. Not the sharp kind I expected. Just a cold, clear understanding. Ethan was never going to choose me once things became difficult. He had already proven that. Tonight he had simply proven it faster. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes. Somewhere across the city, Chloe was comforting the man who used to be mine. Whispering soft things. Letting him believe she was the only one who understood him.

It was the loveliest voice the boy had ever heard, maybe only second to his mother's croon when she sang him to sleep back when she was alive. His body was cold, but that memory made him feel warm. "You have three immortal souls, but you're missing a mortal soul. Kiddo, did you have a problem reincarnating?" The boy wanted to keep on listening, but he felt so tired he could barely hear what she was saying. "You must have been a pretty badass bigshot in your past life, huh?" Bigshot? Who? Him? Was she trying to make him laugh? He was only an outer sect janitor disciple just as ordinary as his name, Zhang Wei. (1)

another sarcastically chimed in. “That’s enough, let’s report back!” the leader waved his hand and left without looking back. Zephyr waited for the three of them to leave before allowing his eyes to gleam with excitement. “I actually returned to when I was 16 years old! God be praised!” Zephyr exclaimed excitedly with clenched fists. In his previous life, Zephyr broke into an ancient ruin to train, but was smited by ancient magic instead. Unexpectedly, he managed to protect his soul and reincarnated back into when he was young.