Novel & Cerita Reincarnation Romance

"It is because I am the wolf queen. And you are my human." "Oh, not this again." "Listen to me. For eons, my mate and I have been reincarnating. Sometimes we meet each other, sometimes we don't. We are either too late or too far gone. But we always reincarnate. You and Damon have been chosen by us, and for the first time in eight hundred years, we see each other again. "He is your mate. He is your protector. He will love you, just the same way you already love him"

All these made me fidget as I brainstormed. “Roan, Are you okay?” Boris inquired as he placed his right hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine, it’s just… it’s,” I stuttered. “Hey, I understand. I mean, none of us ever thought you’d be back. There’s absolutely no need for an explanation. You died and somehow the Moon goddess brought you back, that’s all that matters now,” He rubbed my laps gently while he sobbed. Something weird happened right then. I felt the connection between Boris and I, but I couldn’t explain how. It was somewhat mystical. Maybe my wolf still dominates the body.

I need him to stop looking at me like he can see straight through to my soul. “It doesn’t make sense for you to be a full shifter when you’re the reincarnation of a gypsy witch.” “Reincarnation,” I say, grasping at the distinction like a lifeline. “Not a descendant.” “One thing about reincarnation is that some dominant traits remain.” He pauses before adding, “Also, one can only be reincarnated within the same bloodline.” My breathing becomes faster now. “Hera would have said something.” “Hera never does the expected.”

In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality. Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead. After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what. The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me. I had already been forged in fire. The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.

Her voice carried a barely noticeable tremor, yet was incomparably resolute as she asked, "Netherworld Judge, have I seen all the paths in the Book of Reincarnation? Are there truly no other living spirits' reincarnation records?" Seeing this, the Netherworld Judge felt a secret tension in his heart. Looking at Amelia's somber gaze, he dared not conceal anything. He bowed and nodded slowly, his tone full of respect and gravity, and said solemnly, "Yes, Ms. Cromwell. The Book of Reincarnation is the embodiment of the rules of the heavens, recording the reincarnation paths of all living spirits in the Three Realms and the Six Paths without omission. You have just seen all the beams of light; t

Cassandra exclaimed, both shocked and thrilled. "Yes, but I returned because you were reincarnated," Haley explained. "A werewolf with a restless heart who dies on a full moon night is granted a second chance by the Moon Goddess. However, this requires an incredibly strong conviction." Cassandra found this utterly unbelievable, as if she were in a dream. However, she trusted that Haley wouldn't deceive her. If she had truly been reincarnated, then the next course of events should be that rascal Lucian urging her to come downstairs and pack her things.

“‌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.”

“You want it in the archives?” “Yeah.” Dead serious. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” “It’s not romantic. It’s accurate.” “For you,” she said, “it’s basically the same.” He kissed her. Not with urgency or relief—just warmth, steady and sure. The sort of kiss that says: I chose this. I keep choosing it. There’s nowhere else I want to be. She kissed him back with everything inside her. Outside, the mountain wore its cold beauty. Ruoxuan’s energy pulsed from the cultivation chamber—steady, like a heartbeat. The bridge sang its music.

It wasn't until her first love, Samuel, died that I finally confirmed that she actually loved another man. My ten years of love had been nothing but suffering for her. After realizing this, I did countless kind deeds in my previous life, ultimately using my life to exchange for a chance to go back in time, back to when Felicia was still alive. Before returning to this time, the witch had told me, "Within 24 hours after you go back in time, you have to fulfill her three final regrets. Once you have, you need to leave immediately. "From that point on, you two will go your separate paths, and she won't die at the young age of 30 because of you. You will each have your own place to belong.

"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. "Hahaha! Did you really think switching mates early would change your fate? I'll make sure you die after being stripped of all dignity, just like you did in the past life." She gestured for the rogues to step forward. I struggled violently. The chains cut into my flesh, and pain surged through me. Was I really going to die again? Even after being reborn? At that moment, a scar-faced rogue licked his lips. He stared at me with a disgusting grin.