My Blasted Reincarnated Life Novels & Stories

The chant from the pack increased, my heart pumped harder as I kept on monitoring the smoke and hoped for a miracle… “ARCH,” A voice echoed through the smoke. The chant in the room stopped and we all glanced at the super natural replica of Roan James. My heart was at ease. I felt so weak at the moment and my vision became blur. I was in between life and death, like that was actually my spirit which echoed from there. I couldn’t understand a thing which occurred from that moment as I panted and remained lifeless on the rock.

The energy in the room had shifted, and Elena could feel it. She clenched her fist, the memories of her past self still burning in her veins. The question that lingered in her mind was simple: Had she truly returned to this life, or was she living in someone else’s shadow? As the fog of confusion lifted, Elena's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling. It was as if a veil had been torn away, and the memories of her past life came rushing back in a torrent. She wasn’t Elena anymore. Not entirely. She was Esther—the woman who had once lived, loved, and died. The woman whose soul had been torn from the past and reincarnated into Elena’s body.

" The surrounding people started to whisper, hearing the result, But that did not affect the middle-aged man as he gestured Ellias to leave the pond. What happened in front of me was so unbelievable that I thought I was dreaming, but it was not a dream. It looks like I was transmigrated into this body, But that means that the previous owner of this body died. I suddenly felt afraid, I got one more chance to be alive, but it seems that someone is after me in this world too. Hearing the middle-aged man's words and those shining fishes, This world is definitely not earth that I knew. It looks like people can control elements in this world, judging by what the middle-aged man said. If...

It's because she had once had an encounter with a vampire and though her memories were wiped, there was still that lingering feeling at the back of her mind that there was something out of the ordinary existing in their universe. “You will forget the name Cruella D'vile, and every other memory attached to that name. You never lost your job, the murder cases were solved and closed a year ago, it was a wild beast who escaped into the woods but hadn't shown up ever since then. You never had any marks on your neck, after the accident, your father didn't make it and you grew up to become one of the best detectives in Richmond City and eventually got promoted to Lieutenant." Cruella glanced at the

"This has gone on for far too long. That girl has a family, she has a life, she has her own fucking face" Elde remained, unflinching. "Do not cross your boundaries, Antonov... You have no right to lecture me. I do not care that she has a past, her future is with me. You were not the one who found her, If her old family had pushed her to such an extent as to try to kill herself, then I feel no ounce of guilt for taking her away from them. She is Scarlet Antonio Rivera and she's going to live like one" "Was this why you never told anyone about Scarlet's death? Because you wanted to reincarnate her by using someone else"

“I do. But unless you pay back every credit card you used instead of making me pay for it, you're going to take that position.” Reneé pouted, “Come on, I don't wanna be an assistant.” “Fine, then I'll tell father you maxed out one of his debit cards.” Cale stated to her. Reneé was quiet and didn't respond. He then smirked, “And I’ll also tell him that you asked me to pay it all—” “Fine! I'll accept it! Are you happy now?!” Cale simply chuckled. “Dumbass.” Back on Damian and Giselle's old house. Isla was lying right beside Damian while they're both naked, and the only thing that covers their bodies is the blanket.

They were the same ones from my past life. They were the ones who kidnapped and drowned me in the lake. Seeing I was awake, Leah stepped forward with a sneer. She twirled a wolfsbane-coated silver dagger in her hand. "Lana, I bet you didn't expect this, did you? I was reborn with memories of the past life too." She clenched her jaw. "I couldn't figure it out at first. I made my moves early this time and even planned everything ahead. Why didn't Simon give up on you? Later, when I was starving in the wilderness, I finally understood that you were also reborn.

"What happens next is going to hurt." Alina blinked. "How much?" "Yes." That was not reassuring. The system completed its countdown. [TRANSFER COMPLETE] Pain exploded through Alina's body. She screamed. It felt like her bones were breaking. Her mind shattered. Memories flooded into her. Not dozens. Not hundreds. Millions. Entire lifetimes. Entire worlds. Endless races. Countless victories. Countless defeats. Every memory Aria possessed crashed into her consciousness. Alina fell to her knees.

"You told someone named Brock that he was already dead and couldn't hurt you. Then you smiled. Right before you woke up, you smiled." "Because it's true," I said. "The ghosts don't have power anymore. Brock is dead. Shaw is dead. Jessica is dead. They're all gone. And I'm still here. Still fighting. Still alive." I looked at Emma. "How many more chemo treatments?" "Just one. After this." "Then let's finish this. Let's kill this cancer and move on with our lives. I have a museum exhibition to plan. A granddaughter to watch graduate. A life to live."

But he protected a traitor, framed his mate, and tried to swap out the rightful heir. His crimes ran deep. They stripped his Alpha title. Erased our mate bond. Branded him a criminal. Five years—exiled to Nightmaw Mountain. Emily? Ten years busting stone in Frostiron mines, way up north. In my past life, James was praised for "sacrificing his mate for justice." But not this time. This time—the win was mine. *** Silverlune Pack's gates opened. The same elders who once thought I was too lovesick to think straight—