My Jobless Reincarnation Novels & Stories

We had both been born here, so unless either of us had fake memories or reincarnation was a thing, I couldn’t see how that was possible. Rem let out another hum of thought before he looked back down to me, his hand finding the back of my head and softly stroking it, almost affectionately. I hadn’t quite explained the story Elder Roz had told me, but Rem could get the basic idea from my thoughts. After a moment he said, “reincarnation doesn’t happen too often, and usually depends on the God or spirits involved, but it does and has happened before. Maybe that’s why this is all familiar, or maybe not. I know we’ll be fine, it’s just unsettling a little.”

“DEATH, REBIRTH, REINCARNATION, AND CHANCE. SHALL I LAY UNTO YOU THE REAAL DEAL OF THE SEVEN EXISTING WORLDS, WHERE THE ORIGINAL AND THE ROT OF ALL LIES TO WHAT I CALL,” SHINZO DIMENSION

I would always leave without a good bye. I wasn’t sure about reincarnations, if they were real or fake. But for all I knew, I could never comeback once I had died. Reincarnations were for people who weren’t ready to die, people who still had a purpose that they were yet to full fill in the planet earth. I wasn’t worthy of staying alive anymore, the purpose for my existence was never made clear to me, perhaps I was created to be a stone and accidentally becomes a human being, a stone to be stepped on for all eternity.

A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes. “Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.

On the third day after giving birth to my pup, my Alpha mate, Lucien, had his nursemaid, Lisa, make me a bowl of soup. But when I woke up, my pup, the moonstone necklace that symbolized my status as Luna, and the letters Lucien had sent me were all gone. I dragged my bloodied body to Moonshadow Pack, only to be thrown out. "Luna has already returned with the pup. Get lost, you bum! "Do you think you can bully Luna just because Alpha has lost his memory? Not a chance!" I ended up freezing to death in the wilderness. After I died, my soul watched as Lisa became the revered Luna, while my own son spent thirty years showing filial devotion to the shewolf who had murdered his mother. When

My body trembled badly when I opened my eyes again. I realized I was still in one piece, limbs intact and all. I was also not feeling any pain of my bones being crushed. I realized that I had reincarnated. At that moment, my colleague, Cecilia Hunt, came to me. "Jessica, let's go get a drink together! Gosh, it's so hot today!" Cecilia was five months pregnant and was particularly afraid of heat. She had to buy a cold drink almost every day.

I remembered fire and blood, battle and sacrifice, love and betrayal, and my purpose. I remembered being the one who had locked Malagar away. I used to think it started when I was seventeen, that my first rebirth marked the beginning. I even told Hail that. But now that the memories have come back… I know better. The truth is, this cycle has been repeating for centuries. I’ve lived and died over a hundred times. Different names, different bodies… but always the same flame. I just didn’t remember… until now. "Holy shit," Kade breathed, staring at me with a mixture of awe and calculation that made my skin crawl even through the firestorm of my reawakening.

Each of those endings ended the same way. A thousand lifetimes. A thousand betrayals. And now, once again, history had carved me into its cruel pattern. The history had repeated itself. I was cast aside. I had been forgotten. I had been replaced. My breath caught as the truth struck me. This pain wasn't new. This wasn't the first time. I was certain of it. I couldn't be wrong. I had been here before. I had lived. I had died. And now I live again. No. This could only mean one thing... I had been reincarnated.

"This isn't an illusion. It's reincarnation." Holding his hand, she tightened her grip slightly and explained to him patiently, word by word, her voice soft but clear, piercing the fog of time and untying the doubts in his heart: "In the calamity at Ethereal Lumin Hold, you protected the sect, and your soul was gravely damaged. But you fell into reincarnation, carrying the memories of your previous life—reincarnation and rebirth."

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