Past Life Regressor Novels & Stories

I'd been locked in a cell with Vera while Xavier dealt with her, but I'd found myself transferred to different points in time. I tried to explain my newfound understanding to Kris since I was lost in my revelation. "Will the person brought back by the herb be able to bridge the gap between the past and the future? Could they summon their ancestors to meet in the past?" Kris examined my urgency, attempting to make sense of what I was saying. "I'm not quite sure I understand what you're asking." "Imagine being resurrected by the Rigurlic Thyme, and if you wished to meet your future family, could you summon them from the future into the past?" I asked, trying to understand.

"I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I almost smiled. "Adrian, something is happening to me." He sat up. "What do you mean?" "The marker. It's changing. It's awakening. I can feel it." He reached for my hand. "What do you feel?" I closed my eyes. I focused. And then I saw it. The past. Timelines. Lives. Deaths. Rebirths. I saw my mother. Young. Brilliant. Filled with hope. I saw her discovering the marker. I saw her experimenting on herself. I saw her dying. I saw her coming back.

Leah though hadn't had her powers awakened, could use telepathy really well. "I saw something." Gia said. "What?" Giselle asked. "Aunt Kat's past when I met those bad men with dark aura." Gia shivered and said in a cracked voice. "It's okay we're here." Giselle assured her sister. "Samantha, please be strong." Samantha heard Gia say and took deep breaths. Leah hurriedly sat beside her best friend and hugged her tight. "I can see pasts as well it seems like. When I saw them, I saw whatever they did to other beings. It was terrible but one stood out the most because they actually enjoyed doing it without regret." Gia trembled while saying this and had tears in her eyes.

It was hard to believe. Did you know this? ‘We’re the same in this. We won’t be able to know if it’s me or not unless we are twenty-one. Even if she came back in time, there was no way we’d be able to learn anything until then.’ “You look horrified.” “That’s because I am. Regression can only be used under one condition; if something really bad happened then, what happened?” “Why?” “Because the life that is sacrificed is lost forever. If I used my ability on her then, who lost his life?”

Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful. However, even if it was only a little, that was enough to make the difference between him and other kids of his generation because the small fragments he remembered included part of his own past life's death, the pain, impotence, and regret he felt in those memories aren't something that normal kids would understand because it seemed unreal.

"Explain this trance, girl. And speak plainly—no supernatural nonsense." I took a deep breath, knowing I needed to make them understand. "He's experiencing visions from his past life. When werewolf mates find each other across lifetimes, sometimes the shock of recognition triggers a state where the consciousness becomes absorbed in reliving previous incarnations. It's rare, but it happens when the soul connection is particularly strong." "Past life mates?" Chief Morrison laughed, a sound devoid of humor. "You expect me to believe that romantic nonsense? Next you'll be telling me you can read tea leaves and speak to the dead."

This is not a simple reincarnation in that her soul replaces someone else body. "My child! You're awake!" The old madam cried from happiness. "Grandma was too scared. Please, don't scare me again like this." She sobbed while hugging Delorah. Delorah was confused. Why did she go back to life? She's supposed to be dead and has to undergo rebirth again, but her soul was chained instead and pulled back from the dead. Additionally, she has the memory of her past lives. She doesn't know how to answer her grandma. His phenomenon, of coming back to life from death is already nature-defying. For her countless rebirth, she never heard of or experience a dead person coming back to life.

She was too far in now. So I just stayed quiet. Kept close. I didn’t know much about this Rellis. But I knew Malrec — the way he smiled like he didn’t need to lift a blade to get blood on his hands. If he was working with someone from Xenia’s bloodline… this wasn’t about territory anymore. It was about legacy. And legacy always gets people killed. XENIA’S POV That night I couldn’t sleep. Again. I kept hearing things — not actual sounds, just echoes. Half-formed thoughts from my old life, conversations I’d almost forgotten. An elder telling me once that the gift of foresight runs sideways — never forward, never clean. Like memory flipped inside out.

It was sealed away deep inside him the same way Elijah's had been. This sudden, unexplained collapse with no warning signs wasn't a disease. It wasn't bad luck, sabotage, or some kind of attack. It was the beginning of an awakening. This could be the signal that memories from a past life were about to smash through the walls that reincarnation had built around them and come flooding back in this one. Aria's breathing picked up. She grabbed Fergus' hand and held on tight, letting the warmth from her palm bleed into his skin bit by bit. She was trying to reach whatever restless, sleeping soulfire was stirring inside him and calm it down.

He was even more intrigued when he learned that I could ride, something I knew his son and grandson didn't do because of their fear of horses. Of course, I rode like his father, according to him, and I was beginning to think that Sal may have regressed into some psychotic drama in which I was his long-gone father returned. Ah yes, reincarnazione. He did use that word the first time we met. It's time to play up that angle to my advantage.