Reincarnation Drawing 소설 & 이야기

"Why bring me here? Why not let me rest? I'm supposed to be dead... buried six feet under the cold fucking earth, forgotten in some godforsaken cemetery. That's what was supposed to happen. This? This is not supposed to happen. No, no, no..." Nyx nodded. "Indeed. You were supposed to be dead. Your story should have ended there, buried in the darkness. But fate has its own plans, Carmen. You've been given another chance, though not without its trials and challenges." Carmen let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with mockery as she dropped her hands and glared at Nyx. "A second chance?" she spat. "Is that what you call this? Being ripped from my death and thrown into some twisted world wh

Soruda placed an ink well on the table along with three different bottles of elixirs. "To have them in synch, not just close cultivation wise. It is a dangerous practice to do pass the first 300 years of one's lifespan, but you have weighed the options already by the looks of it." Ren raised his hand pulling the inkwell over and started drawing with a prick of his finger. Mixing blood and ink together in a seamless process. "The safest way is to have someone who has done the process before and remember the pain it brings." The drawing slowly formed the bone structure of a person. The dancers who knew about anatomy could tell it was the structure of a female. Followed by the muscle fibers and

There's also a portrait of someone I guess I saw on F******k who is as gorgeous as barbies but in my drawing, she looked like a dying zombie who hasn't devour any human since she has turned into one. I thought it was the last drawing but when I dropped it and turned to the last page, I saw a realistic painting of a baby wrapped in purple cloth with silver linings on the edges. The baby has green eyes, plump lips, and chubby cheeks. I traced the lines until I noticed something written on the cloth. It's not very visible, the reason why it took me a little while to understand it. Then suddenly, the letters started dancing in my eyes until I understand what was written on them.

She held my hand again this time forcefully “You have to make sure he marks you if you want to live. If you die again you may never. In fact, you will never come back. Reincarnation only happens once. Find a way to make it happen that night” After that, very concentrations were lost. I thought of mating throughout the day as I mulled through the house waiting for night to come. I was everything from nervous to anticipatory. Even my friends noticed.

Echoes of my footsteps bounced off stone, and I moved to the center table where tomes lay open, runes etched on covers pulsing soft. I unrolled the first scroll delicate, parchment crackling under fingers as faded ink revealed tales of past lives, detailing cycles of love and death between Ophelia and Darius, names changing but faces the same—mine and Isabella's. Battles raged in illustrations, blood inked red, curses scrawled in ancient script confirming the loop. One passage hit hard: "To shatter the eternal bind, one soul must perish eternal, breaking the reincarnation wheel."

>>>>>>“In multiple accounts, subjects bearing the crescent demonstrated an uncontrollable inclination toward visual creation—most notably painting—often producing imagery described as eerie, prophetic, or emotionally disruptive without conscious intent.” My fingers curled against the edge of the desk. That was… uncomfortably specific. I scrolled faster now, pulse ticking up. Another subsection followed. *REINCARNATION THEORY* I almost laughed. Almost. But I kept reading. >>>>The theory proposed that the crescent was not merely a mark—but a carryover. A residue of something lived before. A soul that had already existed once and returned with fragments intact. Memories buried too deep to recal

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

" She screamed but groaned in pain because of a sudden clench in her lower abdomen. Her eyebrows were clutched when it was like a needle stabbing in her stomach. With each passing moment, it grew sharper and more persistent. As if a tight knot was formed within her lower abdomen. ” Why with me? All I wanted was to live a silent life. Why am I here?" The pain created an agonist anger within her. After reincarnation, there had no days when she was feeling fine. Something was happening to her every single time. As the pain was increasing, she got up and tried to walk into the kitchen. But her body felt a jerk when Belerick grabbed her wrist and pushed her onto the couch again.

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a