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A face that should only belong to a celestial being. The face was refined and gently sculpted, narrow forehead, high rounded eyebrows with forest green eyes. Long pointed nose and narrow jaws with a small tapering chin. With small pale pink lips. I raised my heavy hands to touch the face. I was in Angela's body. I reincarnated in the body of another woman. How did this even happen? "Angela, what are you doing?” Amber shook me. "Admiring her hideous and wretched face” Piper sneered, her face twisted in an ugly frown

It's because she had once had an encounter with a vampire and though her memories were wiped, there was still that lingering feeling at the back of her mind that there was something out of the ordinary existing in their universe. “You will forget the name Cruella D'vile, and every other memory attached to that name. You never lost your job, the murder cases were solved and closed a year ago, it was a wild beast who escaped into the woods but hadn't shown up ever since then. You never had any marks on your neck, after the accident, your father didn't make it and you grew up to become one of the best detectives in Richmond City and eventually got promoted to Lieutenant." Cruella glanced at the

My heart sank. "Karma is a bitch like they say, isn't that right? I'll be seeing you soon. Take care, gorgeous" she whispered and sashayed away, leaving me frozen by the door of my office. There were so many things that was odd about this lifetime. Ayan had never once been reincarnated, neither had Lorenzo. I didn't know what Hera was trying to do by bringing them back. ...

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

Holding his hand, she tightened her grip slightly and explained to him patiently, word by word, her voice soft but clear, piercing the fog of time and untying the doubts in his heart: "In the calamity at Ethereal Lumin Hold, you protected the sect, and your soul was gravely damaged. But you fell into reincarnation, carrying the memories of your previous life—reincarnation and rebirth." Amelia's words were like a clear spring, slowly flowing into Raiden's heart and unraveling all his confusion. He looked down at their clasped hands, feeling the familiar, warm heat in her palm. The haze in his eyes gradually dissolved, replaced by bone-deep understanding, wild joy at what he had regained, and

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

One moment it stood still. The next it was sprinting. Straight toward them. The speed was ridiculous. The ground shattered beneath its feet. Alina barely had time to react. Aria moved first. A golden symbol appeared around her hand. Then she punched the creature. The impact sounded like thunder. The thing exploded instantly. Its body scattered into silver dust. For a second Alina felt relieved. Then the dust began moving. Reforming. Rebuilding. Recreating the creature. "Oh come on." Aria sighed.

Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves. "I can tell ya been worried baby." Harriet spoke softly to Phuture, she continued. "The key is confidence... .be confident in your strength, brains, finesse, and elegance. You're a natural rather inside your true vessel, reincarnated, or transmigrated. You are a piece of God... allow me to show you how."

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.