Past Life Destiny Novels & Stories

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.

"In your situation, it's way far from it. It seems you have a past life and belong to this pack." At first, I was stunned, but I laughed it all off. That kind of thing didn't exist anymore. "Don't just laugh. It is true. I've been old enough and met different pack members and Alpha from different packs. It exists, not just a myth," he explained. "Moon Goddess blesses you with another life, which is the life you have now. You have a dark past. There is a mystery from the past you should fix in this life." I was puzzled and couldn't let those words be processed in my mind. It wasn't my first time hearing about being reborn, but it seemed nonexistent.

“Something seemed quite off about Darien and your sister’s connection. Do you think lupus garous have soul mates? “No.” Lelandi used a tissue to dab her eyes. No. Even though a chunk of a lupus garou had been showing up in her dreams for the past few months, she didn’t believe in such a thing. Alpha pack leaders frequently made mating decisions. But, she was unaware of their type ever discovering their own soul mate. Lelandi pulled the covers up to her chin, finally opening up while Silva continued to closely observe her. I truly wish the guy in my dreams was real since they are so vivid.

- You're right, but still don't believe it, doesn't Jack need to be so stupid. "I'll give a real-life example: some people don't believe that ghosts are real, but in fact, they always exist and follow around us just depending on each person's 'destiny'" meet' in real life or not. These people may be a match for some unjustly dead soul, so pay attention to what is called a predestined relationship or a replacement for the"-Marin paused for a moment. to gather strength and then continued: "I'm only going to tell you how much, if you want to get into the matter, there's a lot to talk about"

I guess I'm desperate to be her husband, which causes me to end someone's life—an innocent human. What I did in the past, I dwelled on up to now that I almost just wanted to die.

“It wasn’t really your father. It was the goddess. She took over his body.” My jaw nearly drops. She actually expects me to believe that? “It wasn’t him,” she insists, her eyes locking on Dante’s like she’s passing him some secret code. “You know his condition.” “What condition?” I rasp, my voice hoarse. “I’ve lived in this house for almost five years. I’ve never seen any condition.” Celeste ignores me like I’m invisible. “Dante, it’s because of the Turning. And because you’ve finally met your true mate, the one destined for you. The goddess possessed your father to remove the obstacle.”

She is his destiny. Nova felt a wave of sadness wash over at that thought, deep and aching, but she held firm. They answered: You are his destiny. You loved in another life once before. So deeply it stayed in your soul. A love that travels through lifetimes is the purest form. It is the most rare and most powerful. It is sacred. Your souls are meant to come together as one. Nova stayed calm. Her thoughts were steady, pleading. My fate is tied to another. I can't give him what she can. He deserves to have someone at his side and be happy.

The old man’s eyes were fixed on the owner of the mansion and the woman who had just disappeared past the gate. “Is this really okay?” the boy asked, his eyes filled with innocent concern. “What if… it doesn’t work? Won’t this woman die?” “Everything in this world follows the paths set by fate and the heavens,” the old man replied, his gaze lingering on the grand mansion before he continued, “This woman was destined to die from the beginning—not by anyone’s hand but by the karma she was born with.” “Will she really come back to life?” “That depends on destiny. No one can say for sure,” the old man responded as he turned his back on the mansion.

I hugged the pillow tightly and cried myself to sleep. I woke up abruptly from the very nightmare I’ve been having since my parent’s death. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and got off the bed. I looked out of the window and It was still dark outside. There’s still plenty of time before sunrise. I decided to work on the machine for a bit. I locked the door and began my work. My mind wandered to last night’s events. I cannot believe he said my purpose was to serve him and give him an heir. No fucking way!