Reincarnated As A Legendary Grimoire Novels & Stories

By chance, he learned the secret of the Reincarnation Mirror. Legend had it that the Reincarnation Mirror was a supreme treasure that existed since the dawn of Chaos. It could reveal the past and present lives of all beings, see through the karmic cycle, reverse soul decay, repair primordial source cracks, and even glimpse the Secrets of Heaven, holding the secret to immortality.

"It's because your memories on the Mortal World would be sealed and we don't want that to happen since we sent you to the mortal world for you to have fun and to make a lot of memories living normally without worrying anything. Then the Black Dragon said that the only way is to stop the beat of their heart in the Mortal World, that's the only way to send their back in this Era without their memories being sealed away." "I understand that since I'm immortal, I won't die anyways because I will always revived. I didn't reincarnated but I revived. I remember when I accidentally pull the trigger of the gun that make the bullet pierce directly to my heart making it stop from beating but after that

How will I survive? I was shocked for a moment, then realized Evonne had been reincarnated too. Oh, that was fantastic. I thought ending our grudge this way was me going too easy on her. But since her past life was miserable and there was no room for her to make a comeback in this life, I decided to just let her continue to live the rest of her days in pain and struggle. "You deserve this, Evonne." I hung up the call and immediately tossed my phone away. Just hearing her voice made me feel utterly disgusted.

He dropped his bag to the ground and rummaged inside frantically, pulling out a thick, worn-out book bound in cracked leather. I recognized the Grimoire of the Lost Witches, one of the forbidden texts Dante had once mentioned. “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him flip through the pages, his lips moving as he scanned the faded ink. “Looking for something,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I read something about this once, a resurrection spell tied to dark magic, one that requires… sacrifice.” He stopped on a page, his expression darkening. My stomach twisted. “Ethan,” I said softly, “what does it say?”

"This is a library. Some of the books are sensitive." "Sorry." I wasn't really sorry. "I need to ask you something." The gargoyle tilted his head, it's eyes fixed on me. "About your soul wound?" "Yes." I moved closer. "If I know who caused it, could you tell me what it is?" "What do you know?" His tail swished back and forth. I took a breath. "I might be a reincarnated soul. My old self made a deal with Asmodeus." Cornelius went very still. For a moment, I thought he might fly away in terror. He was a demon after all. So perhaps he would know the weight and the significance. Then he nodded slowly.

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

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

"The waters here at the center of the mountain are different from the rest of the Half World. None of the monks or people here can enter them without being killed." "But you did," I said. "You and I were in the pool. Or did I dream that?" "You remember it right. But the waters here flow from the Realm of the Dead. They can not kill or hurt me like the others here because I have already passed on. And the poison killed your physical connection with your metaphysical self or essence." Poe turned to me. "Part of you died, John. It's okay to grieve that loss." I looked down at the pool. "I died and became what my family feared Necromancers actually were. A killer."

I cried as blood gushed out from my mouth in return with the spear being dragged out from me too. I held onto the reincarnation coin, hoping that its magic would help me this time. "No!" I heard Aiden's voice screaming. Before hearing a fight happening around me. I turned to see the royal rogues fall dead as my sight began to darken, with my body being raised from the ground, nothing hurts more than knowing that I couldn't even give my child a taste of this world. "May the power of the reincarnation coin, grant you a second life." I heard Aiden's voice say to me.

Rieka rolled her eyes, flipping the page. "Wait, personality traits?" Ralph raised his brows at her. "You know, she's just like Lupe." "Oh, yeah yeah." Rieka brows arched in realization before she took her eyes back to the book, scanning through. "Here!" "Most times, the new body is ignorant that he/she is a reborn. They experience weird dream, which are visions of their past life." Rieka breathed out a heavy sign, staring at Ralph. "This is all we need."