Past Life Sage This Life A Dual Cultivator นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He bowed and left the room without another word, the door closing softly behind him. The priest stayed back. I watched Sage’s chest rise and fall, counted each breath like it was a promise she was still here. “You said something earlier, back in the caves…” I said without looking at him. “About this not being her first time in the pack.” The priest shifted. “Explain.” He hesitated, then nodded once. “The readings were… familiar. Like echoes. As though her magic remembers this place.” My pulse thundered in my ears. “In a previous life?”

“What about Kyra? Did she know you left? You should have thought of her before agreeing to come back here. At least, she was the reason you left in the first place.” “And because of that reason, you had to die,” Sage said and silence fell between them. He let out a sigh and said, “The person I saw, is not Kyra. She is a total different person from another era. She doesn’t even remember me or who she was.” He took in another sigh and said, “Kyra is not here, or maybe she has not resurrected...not yet.”

Blake did not take his eyes off the road in front of him. “You mean we’ll always look this young and not die?” Asked Sylvia looking at Blake with suspicion. “The life of a cultivator is to achieve immortality, and we have a long way to get there to leave your mortal bodies and accent into the heavens. For now, enjoy the knowledge that you will continue to see more improvements in your bodies and yourself. Haven’t you noticed that you are not wearing your glasses anymore, sister?” Blake asked Tabitha looking into his rearview mirror at her.

Sage looked at me with a stern expression, "Rosella, you need to have faith in yourself. You have grown so much in such a short amount of time. You are stronger than you think." "But what if something happens to you?" I asked, my voice quivering with fear. I couldn’t afford to lose Sage, especially not after how much we’ve bonded over the weeks of her being my trainer. She is the most patient teacher I’ve ever met and no wonder my mother asked me to find her. "I will be fine," Sage said reassuringly. "I have been running for too long. Living in hiding and scared of death, I’m over that fear now, and it's time for me to take control of my life again. And who knows, maybe I will find my daught

… "Ian, I only want to go to my grandfather's grave. I'll only be out for a day! I swear with my life that I won't ruin your and Ivy's wedding! If you don't believe me, I can do whatever you want!" "You'll never change, Sage! Since you have a death wish, you should just go to hell. I won't give you yet another chance to harm Ivy!" Ian's gaze was cold and filled with hatred as he watched Sage stab herself in the heart. Warm blood gushed out and slowly became cold … Sage woke up with a scream. She shot up in bed. As she looked around at the familiar yet strange surroundings, she sighed in relief. It had been a few days since she'd been reborn, but she still couldn't stop dreaming about the eve

Sage carries himself like royalty, like someone who has found what he was searching for, while Rowan looks at him like he’s the only one in the room, uncaring of the glances and murmurs of people wondering why Alpha Rowan isn’t an old man, as they thought. “We are glad to have you back in Ashbourne; your presence is like a blessing we never knew we needed, Sage,” Elder Mora says, raising a toast to Sage. “I’ve always known you had great potential, and I’m glad you never allowed your status as an omega to diminish that potential,” he says, giving a low bow.

out of fantasy world. After I lost the conversation between the mother and son, I interrupted their conversation. "So, are you also the one who always sends me back to repeat those shitty lives?" “…What? No… that's, wait, do you think you have repeated your life? Have you also… seen the future?” "Also?"

He remembered, centuries ago, during the Revolutionary war, sitting out and watching the battles on the Hudson. But now, as he walked towards the house, instead of being filled with joy, he was filled with dread. His clan had only recently moved back here, and in Sage’s view, it was an act of desperation. He wanted to live out his remaining time in peace. Instead, the clan had raced back here, hoping, as always, to find a cure for their sickness, to prolong their lifetime. Sage knew it was ridiculous, a futile endeavor: they had been searching for a cure for as long as he could remember—and never, not once, not in any remote corner of the world, had they found it. They were all false leads,

For a sage like him, he should know everything, including the beyond the universe. "I died because my fiancé cheated on me and woke up in a body with a similar face and name." I continued. "I couldn't under why? I have theories that this world is in a fictional book or film production, but in my past life, I never saw a plot I read." "That's because this world isn't fictional," Icarus explains. "This world may be similar to yours, but one thing is different." "You mean that magic and unusual creatures exist here."

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."