Reincarnation Is Possible Novels & Stories

“Go on, ask me why I did it. I know you are dying to know.” “Indeed I am. I mean, I understand you love her and that she saved us all, and if she was alive, I would understand you rejecting us. But she is dead, are you planning to be alone forever?” “It’s not forever. She would reincarnate.” “But no one knows when it would be. Sure, she is a human, and they tend to reincarnate faster, but no one knows when it will be. And no one knows how long it would take. What if she never reincarnates?”

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

As he drifted toward me, my hand rose to form a barrier and pressed against his pounding chest. “Reincarnation?” I asked. He cleared his throat. “Sometimes, when a fated mate dies, their soul comes back paired to the same person as before.” My breath quickened. “What are you saying? That you knew me in another life?”

“No. To be more precise, the spirits were green coloured and rather than only one, there are seven spirits that returned back his soul to his body. Moreover, fairies started gathering at that place when it happened.” Cecilia’s eyes widen in surprise. “...Elder Ritual...” “What?” The king asked. “Your majesty, if what Aran said is accurate, what happened was called Elder Ritual, a mythical ritual performed by the seven elder of the elves in order to return dead people back to life in compensation of their life..” “What?! Doesn’t that mean that it was an illegal ritual?!” The king stood up in anger. Has the Baron finally resorted to black magic just to not die?

She flipped the first page open, running her eyes over the words. "... Where the soul of a dead person lives again in another human or animal body." Erin looked up from the book, a little foggy in the head at what she had read. "It is also called rebirth." Erin muttered, still reading from the book, "Some know they were reincarnated, some do not. The soul never dies..." Erin looked up again only to see Aunt Kayla before her, smiling sweetly, saying, "Hi, honey. Have you been here for a long time?"

“But the practice was abolished years ago. Unfortunately, that only seemed to aggravate the vengeful spirits left behind.” He went quiet for a moment, his eyes turning distant, as though he were remembering something best left forgotten. “People with magic don’t die,” he said finally. “They linger. Their souls cling to what they’ve lost. And if their will is strong enough… they return. Reincarnate faster than the rest, sometimes with pieces of their old selves still intact. Memories, visions, unexplained emotions… it’s like living multiple lives at once.”

They were the same ones from my past life. They were the ones who kidnapped and drowned me in the lake. Seeing I was awake, Leah stepped forward with a sneer. She twirled a wolfsbane-coated silver dagger in her hand. "Lana, I bet you didn't expect this, did you? I was reborn with memories of the past life too." She clenched her jaw. "I couldn't figure it out at first. I made my moves early this time and even planned everything ahead. Why didn't Simon give up on you? Later, when I was starving in the wilderness, I finally understood that you were also reborn.

"You don't want revenge or to destroy everything. You just want her back." "She's dead. Has been for centuries." "But souls reincarnate." I stood slowly, my mind racing with possibilities. "Especially divine ones. She could be alive right now, somewhere, someone, and not know it." The Void King went completely still. "That's impossible." "Is it? You felt my child respond to you. Divine nature recognizing divine nature. What if we could find her? What if she's been reborn and is waiting?" "Why would you help me?"

Charity said, “Do you know what I was thinking in my last moments before death? I was wondering why God was so unfair. I was dissatisfied, and I brought that with me as I woke up in this body. Perhaps you think it’s great that I’m alive. But am I really alive?” Charity pointed at her heart. “This is not my body, and I can’t even carry on with my life using my name. I still have to hide the truth, or people will see me as an alien. If reincarnation is real, I’m considered reborn into a new life. Charity in the previous life is dead. If you think I’m still alive, you can fish my dead body out from the sea or take it from a fish’s mouth. However, I’m afraid I’ve become the fish’s poop.”

“‌Going back one hundred and fifty years. Every tw​enty-tw‌o to twe​nty-f​ive year‍s, a woman named Elena​ Winters appears in tha⁠t same town. Lives one full lifetime. Di⁠e​s.‌ T​h​en appears aga‌in.” “That’s impossi​ble.” My voice came‌ o‍ut too hi⁠gh. “People can’‌t⁠ just… that does‍n’t happen.” “It does,” Caelan said. “⁠Reincarnation with full⁠ memory intact.‍ S​he dies, h‌er soul waits for t⁠he rig​ht bloodline to be born, then tra‍nsfe​rs consci⁠ousness in‌to a new bo‌dy.”