My Blasted Reincarnated Life Novels & Stories

I cried as blood gushed out from my mouth in return with the spear being dragged out from me too. I held onto the reincarnation coin, hoping that its magic would help me this time. "No!" I heard Aiden's voice screaming. Before hearing a fight happening around me. I turned to see the royal rogues fall dead as my sight began to darken, with my body being raised from the ground, nothing hurts more than knowing that I couldn't even give my child a taste of this world. "May the power of the reincarnation coin, grant you a second life." I heard Aiden's voice say to me.

Irene was pleased with herself, saying, "See, Owen? Grandma's cooking is the most nutritious, isn't it? Just listen to me and stay away from that junk food." This became our unspoken secret. In this life, I had successfully created an image of the "caring mother" in Owen's eyes. Unlike my previous life, he no longer rejected me, but I knew the road ahead was long. Nonetheless, I could be patient. Since fate had given me a second chance, I was determined to witness the downfall of the Lincoln family. However, during this time, I discovered one of Simon's secrets. Just like in my previous life, Simon kept my infertility test results in the bedroom nightstand drawer. But this time, I found more

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

I think I’m losing a grip on it. “Live again…” [END OF FLASHBACK] Did I reincarnate as a woman?? With this body? This girl?? My ex-girlfriend??!

As he struck, he announced to the watching pack members, "All of you, look closely! This is the fate of those who are negligent and try to shift blame! Stormfang Pack doesn't need members like her!" Lia stood not far away, covering her mouth with a handkerchief as if crying, but I could see a flash of satisfaction in her eyes. Twenty lashes, thirty lashes... My consciousness began to fade, my vision blurred by sweat and blood. The pain became numb, replaced by a coldness that penetrated my bones. Fifty lashes... sixty lashes... I was back in my last life, the moment I was pushed toward the rogue wolves. The same helplessness, the same feeling of being abandoned.

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

I avert my eyes, not wanting him to see my tears. Damian caressed my face. “But it was dangerous. You are not strong enough, baby.” A whine escaped my throat, an ingrained and primordial reaction towards a mate, a sound that conveyed my need to both protect him and my trust in him. Damian surged forward and captured my lips with his. Heat pooled low in my belly. He sucked on my bottom lip before pulling away. My breath had turned shallow as I gazed at him. “You can’t do that. We can’t die again.” I swallowed thickly at the implication. The realisation about us being reincarnated after so many decades is overwhelming to say the least.

“I deserved this thing that happened to me. I know I do. I just want you to forgive me.” “You surely won’t get my forgiveness—not now, not tomorrow, not next year, not in the next life. If you ever get reincarnated as anything, I pray I get reincarnated as your bane. I will make sure to be the end of you over and over and over again.”