Reencarnación Historias Novels & Stories

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

Is there really anything like reincarnation then? Lucien spoke again, “There is a secret that only those who write books carry around. First, people wrote about something true that happened to them or to someone they know. They even go ahead and call them documentaries. Everyone would believe that, because it’s something they can relate to and something they know is happening even as we speak. But when we read fictional books, we don’t believe they are real because our understanding has been so deprived of things like that. It’s only rare to see someone write about past lives or hear about someone who indeed lived a past life and remembers everything about himself, even as he is now living d

- Jacqueline Winspear Time has passed and no matter how long it takes, true love will find a way for us to meet again. Our souls have known each other from the beginning of life even though our appearance has changed. Even if we are in different places or times, we can recognized each other because we feel that the missing pieces is just right there and it hold by someone we've known before. Our heart will always recognize our soulmates.

"What?" The nearest creature smiled wider. Its jaw cracked. Then it opened impossibly far. "Found." Aria's voice became cold. "When hosts die, pieces of them remain behind." Alina remembered the tower. The red threads. The memories. The screaming. Her stomach dropped. These things weren't monsters. Or at least they hadn't started that way. They were what remained after a host died. The realization made the sight far more disturbing. The nearest creature suddenly moved. One moment it stood still.

" The surrounding people started to whisper, hearing the result, But that did not affect the middle-aged man as he gestured Ellias to leave the pond. What happened in front of me was so unbelievable that I thought I was dreaming, but it was not a dream. It looks like I was transmigrated into this body, But that means that the previous owner of this body died. I suddenly felt afraid, I got one more chance to be alive, but it seems that someone is after me in this world too. Hearing the middle-aged man's words and those shining fishes, This world is definitely not earth that I knew. It looks like people can control elements in this world, judging by what the middle-aged man said. If...

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp

“Tell me what you know about reincarnation marks.” Antonio shifted uncomfortably. “Luc, those are myths. Old wives’ tales told by witches and druids centuries ago. Marks that appear on the bodies of reborn souls… it’s dangerous magic, if real at all.” “It is real,” I growled. “I saw it with my own eyes. The crescent mark—exactly like Seraphina’s.” He fell silent, scratching his beard. “If… and I say if, this is truly Seraphina reborn, then the implications are… heavy.”

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Tyler was fortunately one of the promising disciples who was given the most powerful flying beast that his seniors and masters have captured. "So this kind of beast never went instinct? Or..." Thinking of another possibility, Tyler was silent. It was a known fact that so many are trying to find the entrance to the Spirit Realm that had once been opened for everyone until unexpectedly, 19 years ago, the entrance all closed, and finding it again had been really hard.

I wonder how many of us had she met for her to be so comfortable believing my stories. “From all the stories I’ve heard, I’ve come up with a theory as to why we came here in the first place. I believe that when we die in our world, we die at the same time the person in this world dies. It’s possible that their soul is in our body, in our world but there are no guarantees if that is true. It’s certainly possible.” She said. I agree; if our souls found their way here then their souls could find their way back to our old bodies too. There’s certainly no proof for it but I’d like to believe that is how it happens. If that were the case then maybe Himawari is living a better life in my body than