Past Life Regressor Novels & Stories

“What do you mean how Erin likes what? And what do you mean by past life?” Magnus looked at me with clear disappointment. “Tch,” he clicked his tongue. “To think you do not even understand what it means to live a past life, yet you believe you are better than me.” Anger flared instantly. “Shut up,” I growled. “I am not arguing about who is better. I am asking you what the hell it means to live a past life.” Magnus sighed dramatically. “A past life,” he explained slowly, “is a life you have already lived before. The life you are living now is not your first. Your soul was reborn into another body. Same essence. Same face. Different time.”

All spin-offs, sequels, and side stories of His Regret will be merged right here into this same book. As Season 2 begins, I’m focusing on Chase's past and the people involved—the ones who apparently deceived both the Miller and Callister families. I also plan to write other stories: 1. Lydia and Cale 2. Eli and Josh Which one are you most excited to read? Since I can't end His Regret just yet, I'm allowed to continue these side stories in the upcoming chapters. Please note that my upcoming new title will be very different from His Regret. I hope you all understand, and thank you so much for your continuous support!" Canis

And with another moment, I realised something important; instantly explaining the sensations I was experiencing. Thea’s death would have become a fixed point in time. I couldn’t return to when she was still alive because I was using her dead body to revive. So, if this wasn’t the past…. …It meant that this time, I was returning not to my prior self… but rather to my own corpse. What I was experiencing now was my body reanimating. “…Wanted to s… goodb…,” a voice then said, piercing through the fog. Someone was here. Next to me. Could they see me coming back?

I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all. When my soul hovered above my lifeless body, I saw someone I never expected. It was Andrew. He came running toward my corpse, tears streaming down his face, begging the doctors to save me. But my head was nearly shattered, so how could they possibly bring me back? My soul screamed madly at him, wanting him to stay away from my body as the very sight of him disgusted me. If I could, I would have slapped him silly. But I was powerless. What I didn't expect, however, was to be reborn.

Through the ages, he felt like he was just a passerby. In recent ages, he had faced the six great warriors of the Divine Realm with 5000 years of cultivation experience. Once the dream was over, and time had regressed into the original point. Although it was unbelievable, he realized that it was not a dream and it had really happened. A wonderful transmigration and regression—he either felt joy or nostalgia. He still had a moment of hesitation as memories were mixed up in his mind.

They were ordered to ignore King Regor as long as the other party stays alive until the General and Priestess decides on what to do with him. King Regor did not care about the metal door being closed as his old and wrinkled face crumpled into a horrified look while digesting the meaning of Priestess Eva’s words. Fear and panic started creeping up in King Regor’s heart as soon as he came back to his senses. He did not expect that there is a special ability in this world that could sever something that has already been buried in the passage of time. The notion of the past is something that would always appear surreal and untouchable in the present.

That energy showed up every time I touched ghosts and see how they died, feel their pain and determine their regrets. “I killed you... not in this lifetime but in your previous life.” My tears broke out of my eyes and my voice cracked. It was a vision from his past, our past, centuries ago. That explains the old fashioned clothes he was wearing in my vision while bedridden on his deathbed. “Don’t lose to a reaper, Xyrus. He’s her past and make yourself her present,” Grandma Harrison’s voice rang in my ears. Grip and I shared a past. He was my past. Our paths crossed again for a reason. With that I was certain, our fates were destined to entangle one more time and there are two possible reaso

Hecate looks at me, chuckles and says, “yes, Emma. This is Mia’s twentieth life and your second one.” I frown and say, “Twenty lives? You’ve gone too far, huh?” She shrugs and says, “It’s not our fault. When a wolf dies, it is asked if he wants to live forever in Artemis’ realm or if it wants to be reincarnated. Mia has come back twenty times.” Mia looks at her and then says, “Can I remember my past lives?” “You can, but you shouldn’t. Actually, we don’t recommend it, because once you remember your past lives, you can’t contact your loved ones from those lives.”

So I was reborn because Jeannie had made a deal with the System. I was speechless, and my heart was racing. Emotionally, I had come to terms with her explanation. But rationally, I could not think of the old Jeannie as a different person or entity. Whatever hurt she caused me in my previous life had been real. When she sensed my reluctance to forgive her, she flashed me a bitter smile. She said as if bidding me farewell, "This is the last time we'll see each other. All I have is one wish: to answer the question you asked before my grave.

“We already know that this has to do with the First Ones... Apart from the fact that I'm the most experienced person in this room.” I turned to look at Khalid and Alex, who appeared to be a little confused. “It doesn't matter if it's about me dying and being reincarnated or just killing my companion and consuming his energy...” I explained my reasoning. “You or Gáta, or both of you combined, can figure this out effortlessly... If humans already have something called spiritual reversion, to remember living their past lives... I'm sure you can unlock those memories in me as well.” “No!” I hear Perseus' voice.