Redundant Reincarnation Novels & Stories

"I can share later. You don't care about Adam Smith?" "Really cares. I was expecting Adam Smith as my husband. For Zayn and Brittany Brown, I have a lot of finesse, " replies Nadhea stroking her sore cheek. The alpha power within Nadhea was playful and immeasurable at this time. "Dan Smith's face was frightened looking at you. Don't tell me the boys know who I really am," Nadhea continued, finishing the coffee deliciously. Nadhea's alpha soul sends the basic guiding memory that Alpha and omega children can recognize ancestral and reincarnated souls. Even the presence of Nadhea living their lives since the beginning of their conscious.

He laughs. —You mean we look alike, Yoleandra and I? —Isn’t it obvious? Well, of course. You are her reincarnation, you said you knew it, you are...- He growls- ...or rather you were exactly like her. Which is only natural. —But ... I have heard or read somewhere that one doesn't always reincarnate in their previous physique. There are many theories about it. Sometimes people don’t return with the same sex as their previous life and other times they aren’t even human beings, but some animal.

"She was a free spirit within and without! She was a stigmatophile but was restricted by principal. Nehenda! 'That feeling again with the mention! Bullocks! what is it with me and the name anyway?' was a lively one, kept on the leash by her children yet that never stopped her from indulging herself in impulses. A giver of love to all with none as an exception. A re-incarnation of a female mix of the strongest of bloods and mythical creatures (A dangerous super hybrid) born decades past out of grieve. Before this she was a loving spiritualist of only nature. Hers was to give life, never to take. plants grew where she'd step pass. Dying plants regained vitality in her shadow and aura. Her powe

Echoes of my footsteps bounced off stone, and I moved to the center table where tomes lay open, runes etched on covers pulsing soft. I unrolled the first scroll delicate, parchment crackling under fingers as faded ink revealed tales of past lives, detailing cycles of love and death between Ophelia and Darius, names changing but faces the same—mine and Isabella's. Battles raged in illustrations, blood inked red, curses scrawled in ancient script confirming the loop. One passage hit hard: "To shatter the eternal bind, one soul must perish eternal, breaking the reincarnation wheel."

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.

Stone uttered as he sat beside me, he was a bit tense, staring at me, I guess he thought something was going on with me. "Of course I am" I divulged, wondering how someone would say I'm not ready for my big day. I've been dreaming and waiting for this day and there's nothing anyone would do to stop me. "I still remember when my uncle picked you up after you were banished and took you in as his son, his son died out of a disease hence he declared you as his heir. You really made us proud, taking over a pack on your own and returning back home with so much spoils that every single member of this pack, praised you that day" He divulged, referring to my second father, the father The Moon goddess

“How were you certain that reincarnation is real?” “I've seen a few familiar people, I'm almost confident that they were the same soul I've met before. I even recognized my parents, just once… and they don't have a kid, ever. Maybe because… my soul is still here, stuck, unable to move into the afterlife, and go through the process of incarnation.” Jarvy blew the air he has refrained to let out in thirty seconds. “I wish you find her sooner or later, then.”

I would always leave without a good bye. I wasn’t sure about reincarnations, if they were real or fake. But for all I knew, I could never comeback once I had died. Reincarnations were for people who weren’t ready to die, people who still had a purpose that they were yet to full fill in the planet earth. I wasn’t worthy of staying alive anymore, the purpose for my existence was never made clear to me, perhaps I was created to be a stone and accidentally becomes a human being, a stone to be stepped on for all eternity.

The power of the divines had always held a mysticism that no one could fathom to understand. The true workings of the Goddess were unbeknownst to all but herself, she worked in mysterious ways. Reincarnation was common within their world. Souls that passed on and then were re-born again and again. Adelaide had always had an aptitude for souls throughout her life. Conduits always showed a flair of a gift from a young age. It was why she no longer held any connection to the pack. The tearing of her mother and siblings’ souls had been magnified with her gift, it was what crippled her beast, and had turned her feral.