Relife Novels & Stories

Slowly, her eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling above. “I was dead, right… so why am I in my room? Am I dreaming?” To confirm, she checked the date on her phone. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in shock—had she gone five years back in time? The news on the TV showed the same date. Sia became certain that she had been reborn. She thanked God and made a promise to herself that this time, she would live for herself. She remembered how Ritu had come to her in anger today and troubled her, after which Sia had taken three or four sleeping pills in her room.

Lucien continued drying Seraphina's hair, his movements slow and steady. Then— Seraphina spoke. "Do you believe in… second life?" Lucien paused slightly. "Second life?" he repeated. She nodded. "Yes. Like… reincarnation. Or being reborn." Lucien raised a brow. The question was unexpected. He thought for a moment. Then shook his head lightly. "Well… I believe it exists in fantasy," he said casually. "Stories, novels… that kind of thing." A faint smile appeared. "But in real life?" "Seems unlikely."

For years, they lived under assumed names and were constantly hunted. Only in recent years did they finally walk away from that life for good and retire, living in seclusion. The USB drive contained all the information about my parents. I was planning to destroy it in one go. I couldn't even imagine the consequences if it ever got out! "I can trace the money back. There are a few terms I need to negotiate with the bank's person in charge, so get them here first." This time, I would never repeat the mistakes from my last lifetime. I would never save a dog that would betray me again.

The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved. When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers. There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live. As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed. Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.

"Yes. You saved my life by believing the impossible. Sarah died because nobody would. That's the difference between life and death sometimes. Someone willing to believe." Kieran holds her close. "I'll always believe you. No matter how impossible. No matter how strange. I believe you." "I know. That's why I'm still here." And she is. Still here. Still fighting. Still living the second chance that Sarah never got. For Rachel. For Sarah. For Elena. For every woman who died and tried to come back. Elara lives. And she lives well. Always.

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

He nods, but his eyes are terrified when I say, "They ain't getting you." Akira is standing up and inspecting her knives. "We need to move," she says. "More guild is on the way." A faint voice whispers, "The relic... in the temple... it will bring me back," as the beast's ashes stir just before we leave. A Seraphin relic, concealed somewhere, powerful enough to actually bring Calix back to life, makes my blood run cold. Light flaring, Raymond takes hold of my arm. "We cannot allow that to occur," he says firmly.

“Aelys, now!” I grasp the relic, its starlight burning, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide!” The archive pulses, the wraiths faltering, their hymns fading. Kalia’s orb glows, her vision clear, her voice trembling. “Aelys, the Herald’s on a world called Vyrn—it’s tearing rifts!” The relic’s hymn stabilizes my heart, Lena’s spark burning, but my strength wanes, my mortality a weight. I meet Kalia’s gaze, her courage a spark, and nod. “We go to Vyrn.”

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

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.”