Reincarnation Colosseum Novels & Stories

Lucius continued, "You died during a spirit attack. The night Athena also perished, your soul left this world. But now, you've been reincarnated into the future. Your husband, Gideon, managed to drag your soul back here." Elena's voice cracked as she stammered, "So... you're telling me that I've lived a past life... that I was someone else? And now I've been brought back to this... this life?" Lucius nodded gravely, finishing her thought. "Yes, your soul was reincarnated into the nearest future. But it has been forcibly brought back here." Her eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising. "Why? Why would he do that? Did he even think about whether I wanted this? I was happy with my life there

The two of them stood up and respectfully stood before Sebastian. Sebastian turned to Arran and said, "I once heard that the Sanguis Cult has been looking everywhere for the Reincarnation Pill in order to resurrect your ancestral god." Rowan and Arran had never imagined that the first thing Sebastian would speak about would be the resurrection of the ancestral god. They were startled for a moment.

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

I looked down through the narrow iron grate of the shaft, watching the three Alphas below as Thaddeus unlocked the heavy oak doors and the three towering figures stepped out into the dark, silent corridors of the Colosseum. They were no longer hunting a servant girl. They were hunting a ghost. I wiped the blood from my chin with the back of my hand, a dark, quiet smile touching my lips as I pulled myself deeper into the dark stone crawlspace. Let the hunt begin, I thought, as the first pale light of dawn began to creep across the mountain horizon. Because when the sun reaches its peak tomorrow... the ghost is going to strike back.

The name felt suddenly foreign, laced with danger, as though it no longer belonged to the woman he thought he knew. But Marcellus gave no reply to his questioning gaze. Instead, he released a long, heavy sigh, then continued, his tone burdened with inevitability: “According to her… she did die that night.” The flames leapt in the hearth, throwing jagged light across Marcellus’s face, rendering his features even harsher. He slowly lifted a hand, his finger tracing shapes in the air, as though sketching a scene he wished he could erase from memory. “But fate did not allow her to vanish. Some force dragged her back—forced her into life again. Not in her own body, but in Livia’s. And not the Liv

“I’ve tainted her blood. There’s no coming back from this. She’ll die, Spencer. Slowly, painfully. And then, she’ll never return.” “You don’t know that!” Spencer snapped, his fear now visible in the tremor of his voice. “Guardians… they reincarnate. They always do.” Marcus sneered, waving his hand dismissively as he held me over the open portal. “I’ve contaminated her. She won’t be reborn. Not this time.”

"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."

Dominic spoke up, “It's a city of debauchery and extravagance, where extravagant gambling and seductive beauties are commonplace. The most unusual thing is the beast colosseum.” “What is the beast colosseum?” “It's a place with towering walls and high platforms for the amusement of the wealthy. Anyone entering must bet at least tens of millions!” “Bet? What are they betting on?” Harmonia asked again. “They're betting on how long a human can hold out in front of the wild beast…” As soon as Harmonia heard this, her eyes widened instantly. A fight between a human and a beast?! Wasn't that equivalent to a sheep entering a tiger's mouth or a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot? It was obvious

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

Lucien’s eyes widened. “What?” Aurelia whispered. “You died once,” Hellspawn continued. “Not as a victim. As a catastrophe.” The room felt too small. “You’re lying,” Aurelia said weakly. Hellspawn gestured. The vision slammed into her. Cities collapsing. Silver fire consuming armies. Lucien screaming her name as she turned into something unrecognizable. Aurelia collapsed to her knees. Lucien broke free, catching her. Hellspawn straightened. “This time,” he said, “you either learn control beyond morality… or you die before you finish transforming.”