Past Life Regressor Novels & Stories

The look she wore was identical to the one she had on when she strangled me to death in my past life. Only this time, the victim was someone else. Neil died amid his own hysterical laughter. By the time the police arrived, he was already confirmed dead. The other classmates continued to vent their hatred on Neil's body, their eyes filled with madness. They were soon brought away. What awaited them was prison and a lifetime of living with HIV. As for me, my life had only just begun.

It makes you see threats where there are none. Lily asked about Grandpa sometimes. "Is he still in time-out?" she would say. We told her the truth. Not all of it. Just enough. "Grandpa did some very bad things. He's in a place where he can't do those things anymore." "Is he ever coming back?" "No, baby. He's not." "Okay." She would shrug and go back to her drawing. Kids are resilient. They live in the present. They don't carry the past the way adults do.

Feeling the warmth of Keira's grip, my eyes burned with unshed tears. In my past life, I had been arrogant and reckless. Dad had always worried I'd crash hard someday. So, he'd made a decision—for my future comfort, he picked a few girls from the foster system for me and raised them, just in case I refused to marry later on. That way, I'd at least have companions whose backgrounds I knew well. Monica and the other two were with me constantly. They used tricks and mind games to push Keira out. I was too young and naïve back then, and I ended up cutting ties with Keira because of Monica.

I laughed at myself. How ridiculous! I abandoned everything for him. And yet, not only had he moved on, but he was now standing in front of everyone, mocking my sincerity, too. I nodded at this. Zeke was right. I had no home anymore. First, my grandmother had given me a home. Then, it was Zeke. But now, both of them were gone. As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past.

Aron rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water in himself. Renea looked at his difficult appearance and her heart was surrounded by the walls showed traces of cracks. ‘So, in her previous life, he didn’t hurt her intentionally.’ In her previous life, she was drugged and delirious, and even afterward, she didn’t know what happened. But when she looked at Aron, a scene from her previous life flashed throw her mind like a movie. Like her, he was also drugged at that time… Aron, who had already calmed down a little, pushed open the bathroom door, walked out, and immediately called Marshal.

"In a previous life. In a previous form. The goddess returned my soul. Reformed my essence. Gave me another chance. To protect. To fight. To finish what I started." The elder's eyes widened. Shocked but not disbelieving. "Reincarnation. Soul return. The goddess's direct intervention. That's rare. Unprecedented in modern times." "But possible. Documented. Real." "And who were you? In that previous life?" "Someone who loved Luna Eclipse. Died protecting her. And was given the chance to return. To stand beside her again. To complete our shared destiny." The elder looked at me. At Caleb. At the obvious connection between us.

“But I am here for you today. To help you go back inside your former life safely.” “Like meditate or something?” “Partially. It’s past life regression. You can extract information you’ve forgotten.” “Is that even possible?” “I believe so. I’ve helped many.” “Wait, there’s more than me that this has happened to? Like others who’ve been reborn.” “I believe we are all reborn. We get many chances. We just don’t realize that at the time.” Harper smiles and I feel instantly calm. “Okay, wow.” “So would you like to try now?”

“ I am so sorry. It was insensitive of me. You could have died.” “Well, don't let it worry you. I already accepted your apology. You were mean to me, but it was also a good reminder that I can also die soon. “ I saw my past life flash before my eyes at that moment in the river. It was a revelation of what I do not want to be anymore. I now know what I want. I want you, Keirah. “Regrets that break me that are haunting me in my sleep all came at once. I do not want to regret missing my chance with you too.

“What I want to tell you may be something you won’t think as rational, possible, or even real. But I swear to the Highest One; it’s the truth.” “Go on.” I took a deep breath. “Anna and I were couples in the past—past life, to be more accurate. We experienced a rebirth. I am reborn as Cameron Black, your son, and so is Anna. She is reborn as Anna Warren. I was Constantine Night in the past life, a royal werewolf, while Anna was Victoria Lewis. She was my mistress.” My father said nothing for a few minutes. He might suspect I lied. But after a while, he said, “Tell me more about your past life.”