Noble Reincarnation Novels & Stories

It was the other man who made the suggestion, and both of them made a solemn oath to each other that they would never again discuss what happened that night. Before they eventually made their way home that night, they hurriedly dumped the corpses of Mr and Mrs Blair into the ocean and got rid of every piece of evidence that they could find before they did so... ****************** "A Luna has been reincarnated in two separate bodies, and her fate has been divided as a result of the curse that she carries. One will usher in an era of tranquility for the human race, while the second will usher in an era of calamity for her kind!"

San Diego. My granny remarked, "Meet their gorgeous son, grandchild. He is really handsome. You two fit well." I had to stop getting my food after noticing a pair of dark eyes. Simply put, it's impossible to look away from Zamiel. He is an exact replica of the goddess. Mrs. San Diego asked, making me swallow my spit more forcefully, "Goodness! You are Nicole Ashanti, right? Your gown is so lovely and gorgeous. May I know who is the designer behind it?" How was I going to tell her the truth without doing any research? This is a bit challenging.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Only moonlight remained now, spilling across the stones like silver blood. Aeron’s voice was a low growl. “I’ve heard fragments of that story before. Whispers in temple ruins. Legends in the old books. But why tell it to me now?” The Horax stepped forward. His mask gleamed like bone in the dark. “Because she has returned, Alpha Aeron. Reborn not as a goddess… but as flesh.” Aeron’s breath hitched. “Reincarnated?” “Yes. Not celestial this time. But powerful nonetheless. Her soul lies in a vessel—one that even she may not fully understand yet.”

Since everything started many ages ago, to face his enemies, the vizier using the genes of his descendants, with a spell, joining a potion, he creates a form, in which he creates a continuous and successive cycle of reincarnation. After many centuries, he was born in the present eras, the eldest son of the current Ayatollah, he will be next in line of succession, then, he was according to a prophet to great deeds, he, now, was remembering according to a potion made by a prophet, she would remember, in the great sandstorm, he was the great vizier, born with his hair the colour of fire, in skin of fire, he was the predestined. She did everything so that he could find his lost beloved, which he

I was the karmic reincarnation of Neriah. I was Neriah reborn; I wasn't just some girl with pheromones, I was cursed, the pheromones, at least mine were a curse. A punishment for Neriah's wrongdoings many lives ago, and if I didn't stop the cycle from repeating itself, everyone would die.

Jay's body lit up from inside, every nerve ending screaming as power he'd never possessed rewired him at the cellular level. Dying. Being reborn. Both. [BREAKTHROUGH COMPLETE] [FIRST MERIDIAN: OPENED] [CULTIVATION RANK: BODY REFINEMENT - FIRST LAYER] [OMEGA DESIGNATION: OVERRIDDEN] [NEW DESIGNATION: SOVEREIGN CULTIVATOR] [CONGRATULATIONS - YOU ARE NOW 0.001% LESS LIKELY TO DIE] Jay collapsed backward. Gasping. His whole body felt like one massive bruise. When he touched his chest, his fingers came away wet—sweat, blood from his nose and mouth.

I need him to stop looking at me like he can see straight through to my soul. “It doesn’t make sense for you to be a full shifter when you’re the reincarnation of a gypsy witch.” “Reincarnation,” I say, grasping at the distinction like a lifeline. “Not a descendant.” “One thing about reincarnation is that some dominant traits remain.” He pauses before adding, “Also, one can only be reincarnated within the same bloodline.” My breathing becomes faster now. “Hera would have said something.” “Hera never does the expected.”

Leah asked, with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Gwen looked at all of them and chuckled, seeing them look so curious before muttering a single word. "Revival." Samantha and Giselle gasped while some looked confused. "Isn't it the same as Samantha and Wanda?" Zee asked, making Samantha shake her head. "I can help the soul of someone who is dead to reincarnate, and it's different from revival. I can give a new life to the soul of a dead being." Samantha huffed and glared at her stupid mate.

She screamed in horror, "Master, please spare my life! Please spare my life!" Qin Haodong said, "I'll give you two choices. First, put aside your obsession and reincarnate. Second, you'll lose your soul." "I choose the first one." Under the heavy pressure, the little girl immediately gave up the hatred in her heart. "I wish you a good new life. Go ahead!" Qin Haodong made an incantation. The little girl was absorbed into the Yin-Yang mirror; she entered the cycle of reincarnation! After that, Qin Haodong took out the silver needles on Kim Siyuan's head. She slowly opened her eyes and felt unprecedentedly relaxed.