Reincarnation Colosseum Zayd Novels & Stories

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

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.

John stood up from his pathetic laying state, bewildered to find an another God in front of him. " Hi! Little boy, I am Osiris, the God of fertility, agriculture, the afterlife, the dead, resurrection, life, and vegetation, and lord of the dead and rebirth, I saw everything and became cognizant of your prayer to your defeat and intellectual ability, I am very much very agitated to this extent, that I am feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof, about what you can do that is, in fact I have grown a liking towards you, so I have decided to hold a deal with you— I will reincarnate you again, but at one condition — abandon your humanity! Enjoy your life there, become a Demon King, a real one, I will

But I felt none of that. “I feel normal?” None of this is normal in the first place, but the new normal is what I felt. Prince Dante nodded. “The reasons for my inquisition are, well you know what you are. Although I think Dahlia may be mistaken, her predictions are never wrong. Being the reincarnated child of Kol and Amara, a hybrid, that makes you one of the most powerful creatures on the earth.” Really? Me?

Priestess Zyda said, “Don’t get me wrong, Sir Ares. If it’s a conjuring, perhaps you can meet him for a moment. But exorcism will allow him to gain the third kind of opportunity to live again.” “The third kind? What is that?” “Mysteries of heaven must not be revealed.” Sir Ares was silent. He looked at Zyda with a sharp gaze and saw that she was exceptionally young. She had a delicate face and looked to be about 20 years old, but her body was exuding with vicissitudes that did not match her age. Jay knew that this was a woman with a story. “What do you want me to do?”

could someone explain this to me and how did I revive and get reincarnated at this Era? Zelia look at the Emperor, "How about you?" "1500 years old."He said nonchalantly making her face even more unexplainable. "You're my great great great great great greatest grandfather?! I see, you're already an old man."She smirked while pointing her forefinger at him making his expressionless face frowned. The Emperor grabbed her waist and push her to the king bed size bed. The Emperor look at Reves and Mae like he is signalling them to leave their room and they receive his signal.

He began to laugh like a maniac. "You are so stupid you know." He cackled, spitting out blood. "You do not know what you have even when it's right before you. That was how I was able to steal him from you every time he's reincarnated." Zedekiel paused in his tracks. "Reincarnated?" Frederick chuckled. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you, Zedekiel? You really wiped your memories. Aww, what a baby. Were they too painful for you?"

“That’s kind of beautiful. Hell isn’t as bad as what I was told growing up. I’m glad they get a second chance, although I hope a certain somebody doesn’t.” “Who?” “Pastor Gideon.” Lazarus spat. Amaya looked down embarrassed as she pushed her food around the plate. I didn't kill that fucker slow enough my anger resurface at the thought of him touching her. In as calm a voice as I could manage, I vowed, “I promise to you, Amaya, he will never be reborn. besides i brought him to hell and he died here, he can't be reborn everything about him is now a pile of ash including his soul.”

"Good to know that." Suzanne heaved a sigh of relief and said, "At this moment, as long as he doesn't go to Mount Tason and stays away from the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book, he can basically avoid the crisis." "The crisis you're talking about is Master Marcius, right?" Vera asked. "Yes." Suzanne nodded. "It's Master Marcius." Vera asked again, "Is he really not dead?" Suzanne thought for a moment before answering, "He died, but not completely. Once the right moment arrives, he can be reborn."