Relife Novels & Stories

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

“How then did I survive? How am I still alive? If he is as skilled as you say he was, I should have died there and then.” *You did die. Well, you sort of died* “I sort of died?” *There was a complex engraving on your heart that was activated after your death. It is something I recognized from the past. We call it False Life* “What’s that?” *It’s similar to what you see in video games. Instead of having one life, that engraving gives you two. It’s complex to perform and the materials required are very expensive. Most importantly, it must be placed there by someone who has your blood*

"Was he referring to Sophia's uncle, Mr John? And what was so special about this necklace to worth twenty million dollars?" So, he dragged his senses throughout the auction room to check if his werewolf instinct was mistaken about the Mr Lambert being announced. Sadly, his werewolf instinct was proven wrong when he confirmed it was not just John's scent that he sniffed but Eric's as well. Then, he dropped his gaze to his wrist where the barcode of his lifeline was marked on. Nicholas knew that if his lifeline dropped to zero, he will certainly die. On the other hand, Nicholas could not help but ask himself if he will die as well when his lifeline remained in its digits after he pulled the bu

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

I don't know when will I come back, but I trust Lilith to manage my company while I'm away. After a few more minutes of driving, I arrived at my apartment, and pack some of my clothes. Tomorrow I'll go out and shop for some other needs. [Hestia] Days flew so fast, Eleanor and I are packing some of our stuff because tomorrow, Eleanor and I will be going back to Greece. If I go back to Greece then I'll be Queen and marry Eleanor. If I go back to Greece then Im finally closing this chapter of my life. Should I call Hecate and give her a proper goodbye??

Soon her two little arms were raised and she wanted me to pick her up. "Hello little lady, I'm Sebastian," I said as I lifted her up and rested her on my free side. Mira grinned and looked at Rai and then at me. "You are the same," she mumbled and huffed slightly in disbelief. I glanced at Rai and he smiled proudly and looked up at me. I felt a connection to the little fellow and lifted him further up on my side with a grin on my face. I could tell that Mira wasn't affected by her brother and that only meant one thing, she was a Life. I gritted my teeth and wondered if the fates pulled a fast one to replace both Miguel and I, perhaps to take away our immortality. I didn't feel any different

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

“Show me.” He opened the first journal. The pages were meticulous, diagrams, notes in sharp, elegant script. Then we found the entry, underlined three times, the ink darker, heavier, as if pressed with desperate force. Beacon of Second Chances. Lucien’s voice dropped, reverent and low. “It calls to beings that exist between life and death. Not gods. Not demons. Something older. In-between. You place it on a dying person with a true love’s wish, no conditions, no bargains of your own, and it may grant a return. A second life. The length depends on the entity that answers. The price… unknown. It varies. Always.”