Reincarnates Romane & Geschichten

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

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."

"The curse won't let me. Not anymore... I might fall into a coma again, but I won't die." "Or maybe it will kill you so that you can be reincarnated so that it can start all over again." Gáta retorted. "Look., As I said, I don't need to talk in riddles with you. I haven't been able to identify whether you’ve been reincarnated several times or whether you are a supernatural creature."

reincarnation" could make up for. He gave up resisting, his whole body sagging. "Ah..." Dennis let out a heavy sigh and forced a bitter smile. "You've got sharp eyes, Jake... you're right. I am, in fact, a reincarnator." The instant those words left his mouth, dead silence fell over the group. Marcus's eyes went wide, staring at his guild leader in disbelief. "Sir, you... you actually are?" No wonder! No wonder Dennis had always known so much obscure intel!

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.

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

"If he knew it clearly, it would not be like this when he dealt with the Four Divine Beasts." "Not necessarily, unless..." The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. "Forget it, how is he?" "In terms of physical condition, he has died 10,000 times. However, this kid's willpower is extremely firm, and he still has a trace of his remnant soul." "Then he can..." "That's right. He can reincarnate and reverse life," said the sweeping elder.

We had both been born here, so unless either of us had fake memories or reincarnation was a thing, I couldn’t see how that was possible. Rem let out another hum of thought before he looked back down to me, his hand finding the back of my head and softly stroking it, almost affectionately. I hadn’t quite explained the story Elder Roz had told me, but Rem could get the basic idea from my thoughts. After a moment he said, “reincarnation doesn’t happen too often, and usually depends on the God or spirits involved, but it does and has happened before. Maybe that’s why this is all familiar, or maybe not. I know we’ll be fine, it’s just unsettling a little.”

I asked. “Well, I don’t reincarnate, but I do have some sort of a reboot system. I still age, and when I get too old, I transform to a baby. To answer your second question, most possessed are teenagers. Maybe because they have vulnerable hearts, so think of it as a steak out.” "Last question. Why did you tres- uhh.. come here?" "Well, I wanted to check on the sins and I needed a place to dry off." "Sins?"

“Miss Ca back in the evenings, she's always tired so she won't be able to play with you.” “Why do you make her work really hard?” “Baby, daddy works hard too. Most adults work very hard.” “Ok. Good night daddy.” “Good night pumpkin.” I pick up my laptop and head to my room. I don’t know if I can keep up with this revafter how broken Cara was. You were broken too. She needs to have a taste of her own medicine. When you get your revenge would that make you happy? Does it mend your broken heart Or heal your hurt?