Reincarnation Drawing Novels & Stories

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

It is said not to be a product of the natural world (prakrti); but of a higher 'spiritual' nature. At the point of physical death, the Jivica takes a new body depending on the karma and the individual desires and necessities of the particular Jiva in question… Simon skipped the paragraphs to where he found the effects of reincarnation. Reincarnation is in two forms. One is by rebirth and the other is re-embodiment. Whichever form you're being reincarnated as you will likely experience one or more of these strange phenomenal of the mind: Déjà Vu, Déjà Vécu, Déjà Visité, Déjà Senti, Jamais Vu, Presque Vu, L'esprit de l'escalier. Re-embodiment happens as a result of a jiva possessing another hu

I shuddered at the word reincarnation. “You…You can reincarnate people?” “Once or twice. And the range depends on my Mana.” I suddenly saw Ricky’s hand sneaking onto Noel’s shoulders, his glancing eyes glinted with a feeling of concern. “But are you sure you want to reincarnate Because you’ll leave everything behind, you know?” He motioned to my living space and my things—my manga and novel, my favorite w******l; everything. I started to ponder. If I were to reincarnate now, I won’t be able to see the ending for the novel “The Evil Villainness is My Lover”, but I’m already at the climax, and I don’t think I’ll stumble upon this opportunity anywhere else anymore.

Jessica had a big smile, and she was really pretty. Lina tilted her head and snorted, clasping her hands to her chest and leaning against her seat, like Dyan. "I thought you didn not know I was young. But usually Dyan will give the number of roses according to the age of the person he gives the flowers to." She is betting that Dyan will still keep the habits of her previous life after reincarnation, and that the number of flowers she sends will always be the number of her current age. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sentimental, she wondered if Dyan from the previous world would send her flowers after she died...

A handsome young man in her late 20s and it's just my type! "Child, don't be afraid. I am the maker of this world. My name is -----" I didn't hear him clearly but if he's the creator then he must be the author of this novel series? But how can he be here and me as well? "I don't have much time. You must go to this secluded location and retrieve my corpse; only then will you be able to come back to your world. Please do this favor and return my body as well. The next blood moon will come, you must do as I say. This is your only chance"

They gasped. “I call this the Afterlife. I imagined it would look like this. Beautiful, mysterious, awaiting for rebirth.” It was an image of her swimming up at the direction of the light while her legs were entangled by tentacles and vines. Above the water was a beautiful scenery of the forest and the moon with stars glittering in the night sky. The students at the very front were the most amazed. They could see every detail. The person on the artwork didn’t look like a stick figure

Being in pain, getting sick, and unable to return to the skies? Gasp! "After every century, you'll be reborn with all your memories intact." "Your so-called lover is going to be reincarnated after every century with absolutely no memory of you. Both of you are going to meet and go through the same falling in love process all over again till he dies, and it will continue in this cycle unless you are able to break the curse." She said. I replied, "I... I... I accept." I was in love, and I didn't care anymore. I knew Eugene was my soulmate.

It lay on a nearby table, its intricate lines and contours waiting to be brought to life once again. With focus, Ariana picked up a pencil and hovered it over the next blank space before her. The sketch held a special meaning, a piece of art that resonated deeply within her. As she began to recreate the lines, her hand moved breathing life into the paper. Ariana immersed herself in the act of drawing. Each stroke of the pencil represented a connection between her imagination and the tangible world. The rhythmic sound of drawing. As she meticulously recreated the details, Ariana's mind wandered, her thoughts drifting towards Mateo. The memory of his kind gesture lingered, intertwining with th

Even those who'd suspected, who'd researched, who'd prepared, were stunned by direct confirmation. "That's impossible," an elder protested. "Reincarnation. Soul return. Those are legends. Mythology. Not documented reality." "They're documented extensively," Caleb said, standing. "Eastern Territory archives contain detailed records. Historical accounts spanning centuries. Soul return happens. Rarely. Under specific conditions. When the goddess deems purpose incomplete. When love transcends death. When destiny requires continuation beyond single lifetime. I am proof. Living proof. Undeniable proof." "Prove it then. Demonstrate something only Miguel Reyes would know. Something impossible for ra

They left behind a trail of sketches and small gifts—flowers woven into crowns, stones painted with bright colors, drawings that captured their vision of a better world. Lysander picked up the young girl's drawing—she had drawn the figures from his painting with halos of light around their heads, each one connected to the next by lines of color that looked like rivers or rainbows. He pinned it to the wall beside his own work, where it seemed to shine with its own special light. "She sees what we're all trying to see," Eirene said, coming to stand beside him as they looked at the child's drawing. "She doesn't see gods and mortals—she just sees people, all glowing with the same light."