Reincarnation Colosseum Zayd Novels & Stories

The two of them stared at each other, not knowing how to convey this terrible news, and Celine started in a weak, barely audible voice, her eyes never leaving Kira on the bed, trembling with fear and weakness. “It seems, it seems, I didn’t, kill… Zayn.” "Zayn isn't dead, he's still alive," Kira shouted behind her She gasped next, trying to get air into her lungs, feeling as if they were burning fire stinging her windpipes with every breath she took and every breath she pushed, and Zain sat next to her waiting for her safety with absolute eagerness, clutching his hands with great tension, he lost the coldness of his nerves the moment it hit his tendon and its darkness illuminated by his bitte

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

"Dear sister, this time, it's my turn to be the Harvey family's heiress! You can go be the daughter of that idiot who can't even keep a man!" My younger sister, Stephanie Harvey, sneered viciously as she rushed ahead and reincarnated into the belly of our scumbag father's mistress. Watching the determination on her face, I couldn't help but laugh. Without hesitating, I quickly chose to reincarnate into the womb of the richest woman in the country, Tiara Cromwell.

The dragons' eyes were forged from gold, radiating burning light. Countless soul-devouring banners hung between the marble pillars, each inscribed with the names, birth details, deeds, and sins of every living being. They drifted slowly in the air, emitting mournful whispers. All of it carried the lingering obsessions and unfinished regrets of souls trapped in the cycle of reincarnation. Vexon spoke slowly in a respectful tone. "This is the most important part of the Reincarnation Hall. The marble platform before you is the Reincarnation Record.

He was even more intrigued when he learned that I could ride, something I knew his son and grandson didn't do because of their fear of horses. Of course, I rode like his father, according to him, and I was beginning to think that Sal may have regressed into some psychotic drama in which I was his long-gone father returned. Ah yes, reincarnazione. He did use that word the first time we met. It's time to play up that angle to my advantage.

No matter how many times they resurrected, they’d kill them again and again—until they won. ••••••• Zoraya was a bit shocked at Ethan’s words, but she quickly composed herself. Ethan was Seleria's reincarnation, after all—it was only proper that he had acquired her knowledge. For a moment, she had thought she was speaking with Seleria. That smiley bitch, who wouldn’t stop flaunting Lucian around. “Whatever. Getting your memories back won’t help you win. Your mate will never get you out, Seleria. Coming back was your biggest mistake,” she spat.

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

“Since he’s so eager to be my son and so desperate to experience the mafia life… Luca, send him to the Colosseum. Let him properly ‘experience’ what real underworld living means.” “Yes, Don Corleone!” Luca and the men answered in unison, pouncing forward like wolves. Inhuman screams instantly tore through the luxurious, blood-soaked estate. I lifted a glass of red wine and watched this long-overdue revenge unfold. ‘Sonny, my dear little brother. ‘Don’t worry. Our game… is only just beginning.’ The hall fell into a deathly silence. Only Vincent’s ragged breathing remained, along with Carmela’s suppressed sobs.

I understand and agree that Dave, Lizzie, Carina, and Valour have to pay for taking everything that belonged to me and causing my death. I want to jump on it right away and release myself to be reborn fifteen years back as my old self, Zella. But what about the life I have built as Lacy? The fact that I have been living another person's life all this time is a pain in my bones. If I had chosen right, I wouldn't have met Vincent, Celeste, or anyone who caused me pain in my current life.

A plaque beneath reads: Bethany Nott (1977-2060) Designer. Survivor. Mother. Warrior. Teacher. She was reborn not to destroy him, but to create this—a legacy of healing that outlived all the hatred. May we all choose as bravely.