Past Life Sage This Life A Dual Cultivator Novels & Stories

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

“One call, and your husband’s grave will be brought to you. You’re lucky we gave him a decent burial since he was once a respectable man.” Her shaky exhale gave her away. I could tell she was scared, and she damn well should be. But I had to admit, her risk had paid off. “You should come with me,” she said suddenly, turning toward the counter. “Where?” “To find your Sage.” “Just one Sage?” I frowned. “I thought they were a family.” “They were,” she replied. “But not anymore. Only one remains alive and I heard of him when he was born but no one’s seen him since. He hid his presence minutes after his birth. No one has been able to track him since then.”

No it can't be, i can't have passed out during the second exam even if i did they should have taken me back to magudo tribe since i came as their representative and beside dad is dead, Isekai thought to himself as he tried to continue thinking that this is just the second phase of the exam but then just as if the man knew what he was thinking he spoke up. "i know you must be thinking how it made sense since i have died but actually it did, my second power is double life, after the dawn killed me i resurrected but couldn't see you nor Yinito," Isekai father said. Hearing this Isekai started losing his believe on this being the second test as he started believing the man since there was so man

It looked so peaceful from up here, a sprawling grid of lives that had no idea how close they had come to an eclipse that never ended. I felt the weight of the silver blade at my hip. I felt the phantom itch of the Blood Heir power, lurking in the corner of my soul, waiting for the next essence to consume. "I don't know if I can just be a person, Sage," I said, my heart aching. "I don't know if the world will let me." "It will if you let it," Sage insisted. She looked at Dante. "Tell her. Tell her she doesn't have to be the pack's weapon anymore."

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

Sage breathed heavily before responding, "We have to practice more so you won't experience the after effects. It was like being an athlete, where you need to practice every day. I hope I'm being clear now, Sophie. And you will start taking this seriously. You are a powerful hybrid. Don't let your doubt and stupid judgment say otherwise. Am I clear?" "Yes, I get it now, Sage!" She might as well take things seriously now like a good writer, who was in a good mood, like a writer that writes words that are like excellent wine and sweet music; words that contain more therapeutic medicine than all the drugs created by man. Like they were clear water over rocks, like a refuge in any hurricane. Like

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

I'm so damn proud of him, not only because of this but because of all that he's done. Even though I've gone legit, I can still enjoy the workings of a mind like Gabe's. In some ways, he's like an old throwback to the golden years of the life, and in so many others, he's unique. It's that blend of eastern philosophy meets western mind. He's a son any man could be proud of, and I'm proud to call him mine.